Saturday, 26 June 2010

Janet: still on drugs


Been to spend my birthday money today, belatedly, at the vet's. Bit disappointing. Had hoped to buy a pop art ball chair or a replacement for my lost Hall & Oates t-shirt. Still - felt pretty good as I peeled six big ones off my wad in front of the receptionist. Could tell from the look in her eyes she knew she was dealing with a playa.

5 comments:

Julie said...

Been there, done that, couldn't afford the t shirt.
Some years I've felt like I had my own chair in the vet's waiting room.
Though it's helped since our cat Kismet (aka 'putting vet's kids through college since 2000') had a sex change 18 months ago. He now pees like a girl so can't 'block' with urine crystals any more.

Cynthia said...

We just shelled out the equivalent of 2 coach seats from NYC to London on Ralph's visit to the emergency vet for a "fever of unknown origin". He thanked us by shredding the bath mat and shower curtain.

Helen said...

The thing is after you have forked out all that money what thanks do you get? Just bad looks cos you schelped them to the vet.

Liz said...

I know exactly what you mean. For once you aren't trying to split the cost on two cards or going into overdraft. only because you were saving that money for something else.

Alison said...

We brought our cats for their annual check up, got them boosted, flea-ed, wormed, fell for the hardsell and bought home fleaing and worming kit, spent the best part of 200 quid. The following week one of them was run over. Absolutely devastated but a small part of me was bitter about the vet/death timing...