I took the cats to the vet today. For the amount I spend there, you’d think they could arrange for me to not have pissed-off cats when I get home.
Morgan the 18 year old diabetic cat is supposed to be the equivalent of an 86 year old human, according to the chart in the office. She has some pricey medical bills: special food, insulin, needles, extra tests.
Pandora is still a punk-ass teenager, who has a sore foot.
Other than that, they’re both fine. Except for being totally pissed off at me.