Your Cat Was Made Wrong

And yet, he still does cat-like things; playing with his string for example.

The vet remembered me from last year. He remembered the woeful tale of Cat Keeper J.

I had gathered some fun shapes in a plastic baggie so maybe he could run some tests. But he simply said, "I don't need to run tests. Your cat is psychotic."

FINALLY. A vet I can rely on.

"Your cat was made wrong."

If I didn't have a boyfriend, I would have grabbed this vet's face and passionately kiss him.

"I can't believe you still have him. You're a really kind person."

I have been redeemed.

Fat Luck redeemed himself too. All over the table. It was as if he understood English, but spoke only fun shapes because he aimed and open fired on the doctor, fun shapes bouncing about on the examining table....

Well, ok, they didn't bounce, but they definitely rolled around a bit... in the vet's direction.

I left the vet with a two month supply of Elavil, also known as Kitty Prozac. I tried this back in 2003, but all I got out of it was ... was... well nothing. Since my cat seems to be the shittiest cat ever made, the Vet told me I have to wait two months to see some sort of result.

I wonder what the result will be. Perhaps poopies in the shape of a smiley face? Heart-shaped piss patterns on his wee wee pads? Guess we'll have to see.