I am a totally impulsive person. While this was rather adorable when I was a tot, it became less adorable as I got older and was no end of trouble through my teens and twenties. As I have gotten older, I am both impulsive and afflicted with AAAD. (Acquired Adult Attention Disorder. If this is not a thing, it is now.)
|I couldn't resist.|
The Butter Pat was trundled, once again, to the vet for a further shortening of his talons. I disguised a sedative in his special cheese, then schlepped up the half-hour to the vet. I'm sure I have mentioned this ad nauseum, but I love my vet - both the founder and all the young women vets. And all the techs. It is usually loud and boisterous when we arrive, but it was rather muted yesterday. I handed off the slightly limp and fleece-jacketed form of the Pat to Dr. Cici and Nancy the Tech and waited in the lobby for the ensuing screams. Luckily, there was only one half-hearted scream and that was all drama. This also allows me to act like a complete nut job with any and all waiting patients and their patient parents. When Dr. Cici and Dr. Hannah and Nancy came out with Mr. Drama, they thanked me for bringing him because they love him and he was just what they needed. They had had an emergency that didn't turn out well and they were all feeling the pain and sadness. Then they didn't charge me. I took Mr. Happy home, wrapped him in more fleece and let him sleep it off.