"Oh rats!" grumbled Harley as the laxatone syringe was forced into his mouth by the Veterinary Nurse Assistant. He attempted to claw at her hands to deter her from finishing the job, but unfortunately his nails had been trimmed earlier that day. "Just you wait until my claws grow back, you wretched girl!" growled Harley. He spit out a small portion of his laxatone onto his paw. The Veterinary Nurse Assistant wiped away the mess from Harley's paw, and quickly made her way over to Mac.

"Run Mac!" shouted Sissy from her chair. Again, it was too late to escape the evening treatments. Mac miserably accepted the pills and laxatone. "If I weren't so old, I'd give you something to cry about," muttered Mac after receiving his medications. "I would even bite you now, if I weren't in the middle of a very important nap." He rolled back onto the pillow, closed his one eye, and went back to sleep. Flash heaved a big sigh. "I, like, hate treatments," the whiny cat complained.