True, I did get pretty-boy vet today, which makes taking a hit to the pocketbook a little easier. But still, seventy euros, ouch! Now, Pretty-Boy has a face that, aside from the facial hair, is just too pretty to belong to a guy. More than handsome, you'd have to say he's beautiful, which is just weird. And he's got these amazingly long eyelashes, the kind that many women would sell their souls to have. Kind of a waste really. A man doesn't need eyelashes like that. Every time I see him, I just can't stop wondering what he would look like as a girl, and I can't help but imagine him wearing a dress. And each time I'm pretty sure he's puzzled by the amused look on my face, and why I don't seem more concerned, as he explains to me in great detail exactly what is wrong with my cat.
Pretty-Boy, I'm not really that heartless. It's just that it's extremely difficult to pay attention to what you are saying and at the same time wonder if there's as much hair on your legs as there is on your face. Which leads me to wonder how you would keep it under control if you really were a woman...
And before you know it, I've agreed to all sorts of "absolutely necessary" treatments, that may or may not cure my cat, but that I'm certain will add to my vet's vacation fund. At least I hope he thinks of me when he's lying on some tropical beach somewhere, sipping a fancy cocktail. Why is it that vets are always so good at making you feel guilty if you don't go all out on the treatment options, because, well, "you love your cat don't you?" This particular one is especially fond of prescribing expensive vitamins to put in the cat's water, which my cat will pay absolutely no attention to, because as everyone who's ever had a cat can tell you, cats drink from dirty puddles, not from nice clean water bowls.
Maybe I should just go outside and put the drops in the nearest puddle. I'll probably have a better chance of getting them into my cat that way.
So, I'm out seventy euros on some vitamins, an antibiotic shot, and some eye drops, that, knowing my cat, will mostly end up anywhere except in his eyes. I managed not to faint when they told me how much it was, but barely. It's a cold, people! Isn't that just a little overpriced? But, to be fair, Pretty-Boy is a good vet, and he takes good care of my cats.
And he's pretty.
So, after recovering from the shock of it all, with the help of a nice glass of wine at lunch, I'm here to announce this week's Photo Fun contest winner. It's Wanda, of Tailfeather Chronicles! Not only was she the first person to comment, but she also got it right on the first try. She guessed that my mystery object was an expandable ponytail/bun holder, and that's what it is. This is Ultraviolet's, and it was her idea to use it for Friday Photo Fun, since I'm really running out of ideas.
Seriously, folks. No ideas left.
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Maybe I should set up a birdbath too....that might bring my cat out of hiding.