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01-12-2009, 01:05 PM | #1 |
Adjusting to the Life
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So. I had to take my cat to the vet
I wanted to take my cat to the vet for a standard checkup, and to clear up an eye infection. When it comes time for me to get the cats perscription. The nurse asks me what the cats name is. I tell her "Lucy", she asks me if the cat goes by anything else, or family name? (WTF?)
I give the nurse the fisheye and say the following. "Well, since you asked, her official name is:" "Lucielle Chamelle Beatrice Clarise Buttlicke the Third. Defender of the White Couch in the living room, ruler of the feline horde and master of the realm of Concord Street between the front porch and the blue car halfway down the street. Slayer of the four legged vermin and Black terror of any dogs smaller then she is." "I give the nurse this insane little smirk and add, "Her Majesty answers to just plain "Lucy" We also call her "Goddamn cat" when we throws up on the carpet, mostly behind her back.. Any other questions?" |