One of our kitties, Mishka had to see a feline dental specialist on Monday. We had no choice as our regular vets can't seem to fix things and referred us over. I laugh at our naivete' as we guessed how much it would cost when the vet tech left the room to print out our estimate. When she came back with the true estimate, it seemed as if the air got sucked out of the room and I blacked out for a minute. And maybe wondered how much plasma is going for these days. And considered selling my body. I remember saying, "Oh my god..." and throwing my hand up over my mouth. And the vet tech looking very uncomfortable.
The Mister said that we should have known when we saw that they had sleek flat-screen Macs at the check-in counter and not PCs covered in cat hair and post-its like our other vets do. And the place did not smell like pets. AND they kept offering us complimentary beverages. Everyone that we met with said, "Would you like a complimentary beverage from our beverage station?" When we were leaving with Mishka after paying that bill post-surgery, I saw the Mister do a double-take as we passed the beverage station. I asked him after we left, "You were thinking about grabbing something, weren't you?" He said, "Heck yeah! After what we just paid them, I felt like they owed us SOMETHING. ANYTHING. WE DESERVE SOMETHING!" Then he showed me the free pen that he'd accepted from the vet tech. "Got the free pen though!"
Mishka is back home with us now and on some pretty heavy meds as we await her biopsy results. Uggh...the waiting is the worst. The meds have made her the world's sweetest cat and Pip, who she usually attacks seems completely boggled that Mishka isn't trying to wipe her off of the face of the Earth. Thus, she has gained new confidence and now thinks she's queen of the roost. It's become like The Lord of The Flies around here as she fights to assume her dominance. Over me, sadly. She's been climbing my legs and biting me and as a person who only wears skirts, this is wearing thin.
So, things have been less than enjoyable this week at Camp Kitsch. The very first thing that I said when the Mister woke me up this morning wasn't "Good Morning" but instead, "I need a drink." Of course, he knew that this meant sweet tea but still, it shouldn't be the first thing that one thinks as they are drawn out of sleepy town.
I hope that you all have fun weekend plans. Have enough fun for me too, if you would. For my Nashville peeps, there is a free Daniel Johnston show tonight at Lipscomb. If you're a fan, you'll know that this is about as rare as Halley's Comet. Get you some here.
Until next time,
x's and o's,