Alex is a cat (a kitten to be exact). He’s basically addicted to Valium. If he misses one dose he has seizures, which are absolutely pathetic to behold. As long as he gets his meds, however, he’s a lovely and personable creature He likes biting and play-fighting and sleeping in improbable positions.
Every month or so I have to take this tattered PetVet prescription around to pharmacies. Most of them lie and tell me they’re out of diazepam, which is basically not possible. I’m like “I’m not a junkie, it’s for a kitten,” but that makes me sound like a junkie. Finally I found a place in Wellawatte that I can explain my predicament to and we have a deal. I don’t ask them for receipts, they don’t ask me for prescriptions.
The trouble is if Alex misses even one dose, he has a seizure. If he ever does kick the Vallies, it’ll have to be tapered off. Sometimes I’ll sleep late and miss a dose, and in the night he’ll seize. Now he just pounces on my face at seven in the morning and I feed and dose him and let him out.
He’s been OK for a while. I went out for the weekend and left the landlady two weeks worth of pills just to be safe. Apparently she gave him all of them in two days. Must have been a good weekend.
Read more: Alex The Epileptic Cat (part 1)