natesmountain (natesmountain) wrote,

Shyler's check-up

I dropped Steve at the airport and headed for the vet. The vet said he'd be there from 7.30 so we agreed on 8.00 for Shyler's revisit. I was counting on him being on time for the poor cat who really isn't that good still. When we went the other day for a 1 pm appointment to pick up the cat, he kept us waiting half an hour because he'd 'just left to go to the bank'. We had shut the cat in a wicker washing basket and they gave us the cat back to wait for the vet! We waited so long, she wet the floor. Today she was frightened in the nice cage we borrowed from the neighbour but I kept telling her it was going to be okay... *snort*

...No vet though.
-He's on his way, said the assistant, but he does come from the other side of town.
-He said he'd be here from 7.30.
-Oh, he never comes before 8.30.
Then another customer arrived with a dog. The 'in-house' cocker spaniels started a raging bark war and I picked up the cat's cage from the floor. I offered to pay the bill now. It was HUGE. OMG. My fingers were shaking as I pressed the buttons on the EFTPOS machine. I said I'd be off now.
-What shall I tell [the vet]?
-You can tell [the vet] to stick it up his arse."

I often think like that but usually I don't say it out loud to people. Maybe it was shock.
I have no idea what to do about the cat. I think I will have a second cup of coffee...
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