Post by lowkey on Feb 21, 2008 8:21:50 GMT -5
So yesterday I...well actually my cat, got a postcard in the mail. It was a cute one with a fuzzy brown puppy, and a grey and white kitten in a basket of yarn. It was from the vet, letting me...er Lucy know that it's time for her vaccinations.
Ok, first of all I know there are people out there who think their pets are little people, who like to wear lameass sweaters, watch TV, and receive mail. I'm not one of them. Lucy is a part of the family, but I understand that she's a fucking cat. She likes to climb shit, claw up my furniture, and rugs, and most of all hunt, capture, torment, and kill other small critters, especially birds, and occasionally my hands.
Also I live in a small, town in north-west Georgia. It's not unreasonable to assume my vet deals with quiet a bit of livestock. Do they send an individual postcard to every cow on a farm too? It scares me to think about it.
Oh, and one of the vets there looks like a young Henry Rollins too. Henry fucking Rollins, does not seem like the type to send idiotic postcards to animals. I mean based on the time I briefly met him, and from what others who have met him say, he seems like a pretty nice, likable fellow. He doesn't seem like a moron though.
Secondly, and most importantly there was a small, yellow sticker on the post card that said, "please bring a fresh stool sample." What the hell? I'm supposed to follow my cat around the yard, so that I can collect fresh shit from her? She goes outside, because I don't want to deal with a litter box, and they are asking me to do the exact thing I've been trying to avoid the last eight years?
I'm only bringing all this up to bring some life back to the board. If any of you can think of a better topic than cat shit, please feel free to jump right in.
Ok, first of all I know there are people out there who think their pets are little people, who like to wear lameass sweaters, watch TV, and receive mail. I'm not one of them. Lucy is a part of the family, but I understand that she's a fucking cat. She likes to climb shit, claw up my furniture, and rugs, and most of all hunt, capture, torment, and kill other small critters, especially birds, and occasionally my hands.
Also I live in a small, town in north-west Georgia. It's not unreasonable to assume my vet deals with quiet a bit of livestock. Do they send an individual postcard to every cow on a farm too? It scares me to think about it.
Oh, and one of the vets there looks like a young Henry Rollins too. Henry fucking Rollins, does not seem like the type to send idiotic postcards to animals. I mean based on the time I briefly met him, and from what others who have met him say, he seems like a pretty nice, likable fellow. He doesn't seem like a moron though.
Secondly, and most importantly there was a small, yellow sticker on the post card that said, "please bring a fresh stool sample." What the hell? I'm supposed to follow my cat around the yard, so that I can collect fresh shit from her? She goes outside, because I don't want to deal with a litter box, and they are asking me to do the exact thing I've been trying to avoid the last eight years?
I'm only bringing all this up to bring some life back to the board. If any of you can think of a better topic than cat shit, please feel free to jump right in.
