The Secret Life of Cats ... or, what was the pharmacist thinking?→[More:]
As a few MeChazens know, I've been away over the weekend, and was expecting to return home to find the house colony of Siamese cats depleted by one - the eldest of the three females has been quite ill lately and simply not eating, and it looked like she was going to be put to sleep on Friday night.

So, when I come in, there's a note in the kitchen telling me I need to collect a prescription. It's an odd scrip, handwritten on the veterinary surgery's headed notepaper; turns out that the cat in question has been given a temporary reprieve (despite barely eating, she's been seeking attention, destroying her scratching post, going to the kitchen for food, and generally behaving like a healthy cat rather than one that's lost the will to live) and is to be tried on new medication, but since the surgery can't get any, I'm to go track some down from a local chemist.

After a couple of hours of fruitless searching (everything from "I can't fill that, it's not a doctor's prescription" to "I'm sorry, we can only order drugs for use on humans"), one pharmacist tells me he can get some from his wholesaler, and that I should go back after lunch. When I finally pick up the box (which was a trial in itself, as it has the wrong name on it - the prescription says [Surname] Cat, but the box bears the name "Catherine [Surname]... I can't imagine where THAT came from!), the label reads:

Do not drive or operate heavy machinery. Avoid consuming alcohol. For animal use only.

What does the pharmacist think my cat does all day?