Today is a day off for me (yea, me!), and I’m doing my daughterly duty in taking my mother for an outing to the new Nelson addition, then lunch. But first, the cat must go to the vet, so he’s cooling his heels in his pet carrier which is already in the car, a good 30 minutes before we have to leave. Why? Because Tink is a loud, yowling, how-dare-you-put-me-in-a-cat-carrier-you-wretched-human, kind of cat. Getting him into the cat carrier is bad enough. Listening to him yowl for 30 minutes is torture. Yesterday the vet called to say if we wanted to check for parasites, to bring a “sample”. As in stool sample. Right. The last time I actually saw the cat poop was probably 1999. Letting a human see him poop would be akin to George Clooney farting in public. Can’t ruin the image, ya know.
Have a wonderful day. It’s raining here and has been for 3 days. Damn jetstream.