It all started with Sifo Dias. He started sneezing a lot and then spent an hour laying in my lap, something he never does. That night (Saturday), Furio started sneezing too and by the next morning Furio was accompanied by a three inch string of shot everywhere he went. Unfortunately, that included the furniture and anything he could get underneath. There is just no telling how much of my house is coated in cat snot...
Obviously, it was time for the vet and we took them to the next available appointment. I love my vet. She is awesome at her job, she looks like an old hippie and her office is usually crawling with weird looking cat breeds. I DO NOT love her office staff. In fact, my ability to look beyond her horrendous staff and continue to take my cats to her is a testament to how great she is because these people make me homicidal. It is impossible for them to ring you up and let you pay in less than 20 minutes. The problem is that they cannot talk and work at the same time and unfortunately for every customer, they talk constantly. Every time I go in there I just want to grab them by the collars of their cat-themed sweaters pull them over the counter and scream, "MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS. I TOOK TIME OFF OF WORK TO TAKE CARE OF MY PET. STOP TELLING ME ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS, TYPE MY INFORMATION INTO THE FORM (that's already half filled in from the last visit) AND PRESS PRINT." AHHHHHHHHHH. It's not just me either. Everyone I see waiting to pay looks ready to kill.
As it turns out, the cats had an upper respiratory infection and despite my best efforts, the remaining two cats in my household also contracted it. The current health stats are: 2 sick cats, 2 semi-healthy cats and 2 tired humans that are kind of grossed out.
On the lab front, things are going great and I can't wait until all this wedding business is over and I can blog about it.
Obviously, it was time for the vet and we took them to the next available appointment. I love my vet. She is awesome at her job, she looks like an old hippie and her office is usually crawling with weird looking cat breeds. I DO NOT love her office staff. In fact, my ability to look beyond her horrendous staff and continue to take my cats to her is a testament to how great she is because these people make me homicidal. It is impossible for them to ring you up and let you pay in less than 20 minutes. The problem is that they cannot talk and work at the same time and unfortunately for every customer, they talk constantly. Every time I go in there I just want to grab them by the collars of their cat-themed sweaters pull them over the counter and scream, "MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS. I TOOK TIME OFF OF WORK TO TAKE CARE OF MY PET. STOP TELLING ME ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS, TYPE MY INFORMATION INTO THE FORM (that's already half filled in from the last visit) AND PRESS PRINT." AHHHHHHHHHH. It's not just me either. Everyone I see waiting to pay looks ready to kill.
As it turns out, the cats had an upper respiratory infection and despite my best efforts, the remaining two cats in my household also contracted it. The current health stats are: 2 sick cats, 2 semi-healthy cats and 2 tired humans that are kind of grossed out.
On the lab front, things are going great and I can't wait until all this wedding business is over and I can blog about it.
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I salute you microbiologist xx for your commitment to cats. I didn't realise you had 4, I'm now very envious. I want cats back in my life so much it hurts, I'm going to have to go and volunteer at the SPCA or something.
Four cats?!?! That's insane!
Believe me, I know. Kobold, Schatten, Banshee, and Evinrude have done a good job of teaching me that...
Dr. J - I hope you find some feline love soon. Be careful at the SCPA. In your condition, you might end up with 10.
Epicanis - Oh. my. god. I am loving the hell out of your cat names. :) Please tell me where they come from. I have to know.
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