They're Cats
Saturday, we took the cats to get their annual rabies shots. It's a law. We don't get any of the other crazy vaccinations, as there is no reason since the cats don't go outside. I also declined the $100 per cat analysis of stuff I couldn't take care of if we knew anyway.

But what really irritated me, but not really so much (but then again, I am talking about it now), is when we first came in, some old, long haired crazy cat lady (I can only assume crazy cat lady) said, "Are those the Postagulous children?" Alison, humoring this loon, said yes. I said, "Actually, she's with her grandmother, these are the cats."

This incident is after Alison called to make the appointment and got some animo-centric weirdity. Alison explains why we didn't get the rabies shot in August when it was due (oops) by telling them that we have recently adopted. "Oh, a cat person or a dog person," the total whackjob said. Alison let them know it was actually human. I'm sure they were disappointed.

And, let's be honest here. As much as I love Zapato, Mouse, and Velvet, we didn't adopt them. We got Zap and Mouse free and we bought Velvet. Pets are property. They will never get old enough that they transcend the fact that they are under ownership. They are limited in their mental abilities, which frankly are probably the most sharp then they are six months old.

And even though I let the cat lady know, perhaps too subtly, that these were actually cats, and not in fact our children, that didn't stop her from saying, "Exam room 2 is ready for the Postagulous children."

I then ripped her arm off and beat her with the wet end while screaming THEY'RE CATS THEY'RE CATS THEY'RE CATS!
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 1:29 PM