I know this probably isn’t how you intended it, but I couldn’t help but laugh and read that as you two looking at each other “suspiciously” as in, “Okay, have you been fucking the cat?”

This made my night.

Chef and I were confused. “Herpes?” We glanced at one another suspiciously.

I know this probably isn’t how you intended it, but I couldn’t help but laugh and read that as you two looking at each other “suspiciously” as in, “Okay, have you been fucking the cat?”

I’ve had veterinary issues of my own lately — Junebug broke a nail a few days after I lost my job, and given how FAR the icky-looking quick was sticking out of the broken nail, I decided that prudence required me to drag her into the vet. It’s not necessarily a big deal, but it snowed the day after I brought her to the vet, which means freezing cold on the exposed quick and salty slush burning it (plus the danger of electrocution from utility boxes). And there’s another one about to break in the same place.

Despite all this, they assured me her nails are a fine length. I’m not sure I believe them.

Oh, and I shaved Zuzu’s back. She had a bad case of dandruff and gobs of dead hair, and I have some clippers, so I decided to see what was under there. The skin was a little pale at first, then it got better. Now I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing at my poor bald cat.

however, i can say “hey, at least it’s not chronic.” like the damn kitty gingivitis my cat has. my boyfriend laughed out loud at the vet’s office when she first uttered the word “gingivitis” in relation to our cat, but we’re not laughing now – steroid shots every three months followed by a week’s worth of oral antibiotics. until…she croaks.

which, given that’s she’s only 4, could be a while. furry little moneypit, she is.