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Today a client brought in a stray cat who had barged into her house and refused to leave
The lady who brought the stray in was very concerned because this cat was a British shorthair, a breed that is normally somewhat shy and quiet, but it had been extremely vocal and solicitous. They worried it had got lost, or was ill.
“Gosh”, I say, “that IS unusual behaviour for a British Shorthair. Thank you for bringing the cat here!”
I then retreat to a consult room to scan the cat for a microchip.
I then retreat to a consult room to scan the cat for a microchip.
I open up the carrier and out pops a round grey cat face!
But that is not a British Shorhair round grey cat face
That is a BURMESE round grey cat face
But that is not a British Shorhair round grey cat face
That is a BURMESE round grey cat face
Burmese cats, the screaming needy drama queens of the cat world. Burmese, for whom YELLING comes as naturally as breathing. Burmese, who have never found a social or physical boundary which they will not cross, double over, cross again, and then piss on for good measure.
(The cat, meanwhile, is looking very pleased about all the attention she is getting.)
We scan her, and find out she lives like, three doors down from the people who brought her in, so she wasn’t even lost, she had just decided that she lived in THIS house now
We call the owners who are very lovely and say they’ll come to pick the cat up within the hour. Meanwhile the lady who brought her in is incredibly embarrassed (nothing to be embarrassed about imo!) and her kid, who is wearing a shirt that says “this kid loves cats” is DELIGHTED
This is the shirt. Honestly I need this for myself
Now I am not normally a children person because I did not understand them when I was a child myself and I do not understand them now. But children who love cats are the exception
He wanted to say goodbye to Lola, so I showed him how to let her sniff his hand to say hello, and then to pet the top of her head. Lola just sat there like AH YES WORSHIP ME AS IS YOUR DUTY
So we popped her in a kennel (the INDIGNITY) where she sat and glowered at us for ruining her fun day out. Even after we gave her the fuzziest blanket we could find.
Her owners (also lovely people) came to pick her up half an hour later, rather sheepishly, and asked for the address of the neighbours who brought Lola in so she could drop them a thank-you card for looking out for her and it was WHOLESOME as SHIT
