Cat at Vet

Cat at Vet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am sitting in the waiting room at the vet, a women holding a tiny dog with a Flock Of Seagulls hairdo looks at me and says…

Women: How old is your cat?

Me:          87

Women: In cat years?

Me:          No.

Women: They don’t live that long.

Me:          She can hear you.

Woman:  The cat?

Me:           Yep.

Woman:  Oh, (whisper)is she dying?

Me:           We’re all dying.

Women:  Oh.

Me:          (feeling remorse) Sorry. (pause)The cat has behavior problems.

Woman: Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Doesn’t it.

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