On Monday I called my vet- Jasper's mouth had gotten very bad over the weekend and he wasn't eating. Now, the shot he needs to go for results in a visit that lasts less than 10 minutes, but since the vet's office is on the other side of town from me, closer to my office, getting him there is an hour-long thing. And I did not have the time this week. So, I asked if I could drop him off in the morning one day that week, which the don't normally allow for such a thing, but they took him on Wednesday.

(Sidenote: When I told Cdub I was dropping him off, she asked, "Will they keep him until you pick him up?" Nope. They will give him a map, though.)

When I dropped him off, the tech said, "Who do you have?" I said, "Jasper," which got the reply of, "I really should have known that."

When I picked him up that afternoon, I was at the front desk paying the bill. A different tech walked out from the back, saw me, and said to the receptionist, "Did you call back yet?" The receptionist said she hadn't, and the tech told her not to bother. This confused the receptionist, until the tech came out with Jasper and said, "I know who she's here for."

Maybe aquamama had a point when she said my cats require more maintenance than her kids.