The mortals have changed the pharmacy from which they purchase the feline’s many medicines. Cheaper goop-shipping and auto-refils are definite inducements. The new medicaments have arrived. Let’s inspect them for mischief potential.
The new put-up for the beast’s thyroid medicine is some sort of pen-like thing. I do not understand how it works. Sigyn, can you figure out the instructions?
“Turn barrel two full rotations to receive full dose.” Ah. Now I see. The end part twists and makes clicky noises and goop comes out.
I shall enspell this so that after the human female wipes the dosage off onto a gloved finger, it continues to ooze, so that at the next dosing, there’s already some goo extruded. That should be amusing. And messy. And imprecise.
The pharmacy has included some little round rubber things. I can’t imagine what they’re for…
Unless they are prophylactics for pixies or…
Great Frigga’s Corset! No, Sigyn, DO NOT PUT THAT ON YOUR HEAD!!
Although, I must admit it has a rather jaunty, nautical flair.