Jim West Is Right

In case you didn’t know, we have a cat. His name is Copa. Brooke wanted him, so we got him from her parents three years ago. It’s taken a looooong time, but he is starting to grow on me. Still, sometimes (by sometimes I mean every day) he drives me crazy.

Take for instance this past weekend. Brooke noticed that there were a couple patches of fur missing just below his mouth. We figure that we’d better take him to the vet in case it’s something like mange (can a cat get mange?). We put him in his pet carrier and set it in the car. He hates car rides, so he’s meowing his head off the whole way there.

We get to the vet and wait around for a good little while before the nurse(?) comes in and checks Copa out. That’s when I got a little payback for all the trouble he’s caused me over the past few years, because that’s when they had to take the cat’s temperature (not orally). After she leaves Copa’s walking around (a bit more gingerly) until the vet comes in and takes a look at him and tells us our cat has acne! ACNE! A cat with acne! Whoever heard of such a thing? Well, they prescribe something (and this is where I hate cats again) and it costs us $60!!! What!? Ouch. Jim West is right! Cats are evil.

MSE