Aarrrgh ... Cats
Two hundred sixteen dollars and fifty cents.
That's about 5.5 full tanks of gas at today's price. And what has this $216.50 got to do today?
Paid a vet bill, that's what.
Allow me to explain. I have three cats in my house, two males and a female (all fixed; the younger male has been declawed) that act as familiars and are my emergency hurricane food supply in case the canned goods run out and fresh game becomes scarce. I figure a nice sage and rosemary stuffing and then hoick 'em onto the barbie ...
I digress.
Anyway, the older male (a 13-year old Seal Point Siamese named Rama, after the royal title of the Kings of Thailand) started spraying. He's fixed, and he started spraying. After a few instances of this I decided to haul his scrawny ass to the vet.
Come to find out he has a urinary tract infection; the veterinarian (a very nice woman whose practice includes any wildlife people happen to find - she had a baby raccoon and a bobcat kitten there in addition to the usual dogs and cats) put him on antibiotics and a special diet.
Hence the $216.50; putting him down would have cost only $75 and I still would have had to pay the larger figure.
And, to add insult to injury, I shall be taking the other male (a thoroughly neurotic cinnamon-colored creature with a Persian coat) and the female (a tiger-striped gray Domestic Shorthair who's morbidly obese) for examinations over the next month or so.
Gosh, that barbecue's looking awfully attractive as an alternative.
That's about 5.5 full tanks of gas at today's price. And what has this $216.50 got to do today?
Paid a vet bill, that's what.
Allow me to explain. I have three cats in my house, two males and a female (all fixed; the younger male has been declawed) that act as familiars and are my emergency hurricane food supply in case the canned goods run out and fresh game becomes scarce. I figure a nice sage and rosemary stuffing and then hoick 'em onto the barbie ...
I digress.
Anyway, the older male (a 13-year old Seal Point Siamese named Rama, after the royal title of the Kings of Thailand) started spraying. He's fixed, and he started spraying. After a few instances of this I decided to haul his scrawny ass to the vet.
Come to find out he has a urinary tract infection; the veterinarian (a very nice woman whose practice includes any wildlife people happen to find - she had a baby raccoon and a bobcat kitten there in addition to the usual dogs and cats) put him on antibiotics and a special diet.
Hence the $216.50; putting him down would have cost only $75 and I still would have had to pay the larger figure.
And, to add insult to injury, I shall be taking the other male (a thoroughly neurotic cinnamon-colored creature with a Persian coat) and the female (a tiger-striped gray Domestic Shorthair who's morbidly obese) for examinations over the next month or so.
Gosh, that barbecue's looking awfully attractive as an alternative.
posted by Walt at 4:40 PM
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