I had to take a cat in for bloodwork this week (just a check and all is well). The vet has two doors–one for cats and one for dogs. They still go in to the same open lobby, but I think it does help keep the two worlds separate.
So I’m there waiting in the cat area (fortunately I always crate them) when this women with a big barking dog comes through the cat door. Dog immediately heads my way. Because dogs tend to really like me.
However, I jump in front of my cat’s crate, hand extended and, in a very firm voice say ‘Cat Entrance!’ (cat is not happy to have a canine that close).
Dumb bint looks at me and says ‘I’ve used this door before and never had a problem’. My sarcasm knob goes immediately to 11 and I reply ‘yeah, YOU’VE never had a problem, what about the cats’? With a followup of ‘and the doors ARE labeled for a reason.’
At that time, another guy with a dog comes to the cat entrance, sees the big sign, and goes around. A ‘for fuck’s sake at least HE can read’, did come out of my mouth. She looked at me hard from across the room and I thought it was gonna happen. Fortunately they opened up a room (I think to prevent a melee) and got me back as quickly as possible.
Throwdown, denied.
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