So, my cat Murphy is spending the night at the vet's once again. It's been a few months since he's been sick, but sure enough, he's sick. I've always wondered if it's normal that the receptionist and I are on a first name basis when I call and that the vet gives me a 'preferred customer' discount on my bills (which I believe should happen since I've basically paid for her 3 sons to go to college with the amount of money I've spent on the furry beasts there over the past 4 years).
Today when I dropped Murphy off, I was talking to the Dr. and mentioned that I had a baby 6 weeks ago...well, I was not allowed to leave the office until I ran out to the car to bring in pictures of Hazel. After minutes of everyone oohing and ahhing, my vet turned to me and said "well, I only know you as a pet owner, but if that's any indication on how you are a mom, that's one lucky little girl!"
I thought that was pretty sweet....
and then thought, damn, that means I am probably going to have some really expensive Dr. bills for the next 18 years....
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