My Crappy Day

My little brother, Salem, and I end up at the Vet’s office today for our annual checkup. I’m healthy as can be, but whatever.

We are both sitting in our carrier and the prettiest tabby you ever laid eyes on walks up to us. Her hair is spun of gold I tell you, pure gold.

I can’t think of anything to say to her. Finally, I get so nervous my body starts to vibrate and before I can stop myself, “Purrrrrrrrrr.”

Oh my God! Did I just flipping purr out loud? Tabby’s eyes wrinkle up and she turns toward Salem, “Do you come here often?”

He just smiles and winks at her and they start chatting it up. Asshole.

They spend the next thirty minutes chatting while I hide in the back of the carrier.

This place blows.

19 thoughts on “My Crappy Day

  1. Don’t you just hate it when purr-mode kicks in spontaneously? Maybe in the future camouflaging it as a zen-moment?

    shhhh … don’t tell Theo, but he’s also due for a trip to the vet. Guaranteed there will be no purring involved. His shaming moment is spontaneous pooing. Be grateful you have only purring to deal with.

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