Strange Days, Indeed!

Weird day at the vet's office... First we have a guy walk-in - no appointment - who hasn't been in in years. Now, that's not out of the ordinary. Not appreciated, but not out of the ordinary. What was weird was that he said to me, "Boy, you've been working here a long time!" I thought to myself, "Three and a half years isn't that long..." not when there's people there who've been there over a decade. Then I checked the guy's chart. He was last there in 2002. I started in 2004. Uh... I guess I'm not who he thought I was!

Then - dark humor warning - there was a lady who brought her cat in to be euthanized. She was taking him home to bury, so we asked her to bring a box to put him in afterwards. And she did. A ladies size 5 shoe box from a pair of loafers. Approximately 5x8 inches. And it was a 12 pound cat. The torso alone of the cat, not including legs, tail and head, were way larger than this box. I know it's a stressful time, but what was she thinking?! The box my cat's cremains came in were almost as big as this box!

My fat 15 pound cat Gracie would probably try to fit in that shoebox. She'd totally muffintop over the sides, but she'd try her damnedest.