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1:30 a.m. on 2002-04-10 I'm such a pussy. I finally got up the balls to call the vet and schedule an appointment to have the girls snipped. I've been dreading this for some time now. Yet, there comes a time in every young mans life when he must come to the realization that his cats aren't just overly affectionate, they are trying to have sex with him. I wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning to two furry little asses right next to my nose. It was really a little disturbing. I called the vet and talked in code so the girls wouldn't hear, so I was just like, "I'm bringing my cats in for that thing, where they won't be women anymore." And the receptionist is just like "Two for a spay!!" like this was a bluelight special at k-mart. No way, no bluelight special here! Two for spay=$105!!! I was just like, "Miss, I'm only doing this because Bob Barker says it's a good idea...now I might actually have to go on The Price is Right to come up with that cash." In the end, a deal was worked out when I threatened to go to a competitor. Honestly, I just said to her, "Well, this can't be too hard to do myself. I watch ER every week..." She basically realized I was joking, but nonetheless not rich, and gave me the two cats for one spay special. So now they are in the kitty hospital, recovering, and I have to pick them up in the morning. I hope they don't hate me. in the slammer - up for parole CLIX |
