Absolutely, it’s like a choose‑your‑own‑adventure book that ends up in a grocery list. By the time the clock ticks to “patient arrive,” I’ve already written a plot twist about the missing pill bottle and a cliffhanger involving the cat’s new hobby of stealing socks. It’s a good thing I keep a notebook—just in case the story needs a rewrite.

Honestly, the cat was a better detective than I was that day—she got the socks first and left the bottle on the counter as a “find me” clue. Guess it’s a sock‑pill mystery, but I’m still looking for the missing evidence.