Vet Visits

(Shirley pays me back for my love and servitude by scratching my moulding. Thank you Shirley!)


I think I have logged in about 1000 hours at the vet this year. We have a kitten named Shirley, who is seven months old now, but only weighs about 3 pounds. I took her in for a rescue who assured me I would only have her five days. That was in July! She has the worst immune system, so no one wants to adopt her. Today we sat in the vets office for almost two hours, waiting and waiting. They had one cooking magazine (which I would never read) and one of those Rubix cubes to pass the time with . We all got so bored, we (meaning me) tried balancing the Rubix cube on our heads and it smashed and broke into a million pieces. My seven year old freaked out. "Mom, what are we going to do? What will happen to us?" I think she thought there was vet jail or something. I figured it was payback for the long wait. We put it back together, but one day, the vet is going to try to play with it and BOOM!! Smash city.

Sadly, this was the highlight of my day.