...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...