The shitty thing about having a cat addicted to Valium is that every pharmacy in a three mile radius think I’m a junkie. I wander in with a three month old prescription saying FOR A CAT on it and they basically just stare at me. Thing is, I ran out of pills yesterday and he just had a seizure so I had to wake up, beg and cajole the LAUGFS guy at two in the morning to score like 5 diazepam which, incidentally, costs Rs. 1.30.
Thing is, now I think the cat is high and he’s just staring at himself in the mirror.