My husband the cat...

That's right, you heard me. My husband is a cat! Let me backtrack a bit...

Earlier in the week I wrote about this. Anyways, we made the appointment for Deuce to have his teeth cleaned on Friday the 24th. We decided that after his dental 'surgery', though I'm hoping it will just be a basic cleaning and he won't need any extractions, that we were going to board him for the weekend and pick him up on Sunday. *IF* the weather is good, we're planning on heading down and visiting with Nic and Tim, to spend some quality turkey time with them; but it's all weather dependent right now. If they get a whack of snow, then our trip is pretty much off. Grrr. This is the one thing I hate about being in a snowbelt...

Anyways, I digress.

The clinic that we take Deuce to, has one dedicated person that handles boarding appointments. When we were in on Sunday we couldn't make the boarding appointment for Deuce, we had to call back when this magical, mystical person (or MMP for short) was there so she could write Deuce's name in her handy-dandy notebook. Even though the appointment book was sitting on the desk, nobody else is allowed to touch it. I guess she'll put a pox on them or something.

So Tuesday afternoon I called up to talk to this person and I was put on hold for a good 5-10 minutes. So I waited...and waited...and waited some more.

MMP: Hi, I understand that you want to board your cat.

ME: Yes.

MMP: Ok, what dates are you looking at?

ME: Well he's having dental cleaning and possible surgery on Friday, so we're bringing him in on Thursday night for his procedure. We'll pick him up on Sunday.

MMP: Why would you board your cat after surgery?

*stunned silence thinking to myself, "Lady, are you judging me because I'm going to board MY cat?"*--but instead I said

ME: Well my husband and I are going out of town and just thought it would be easier if we board him and he's looked after there.

MMP: Ok, what food is Josh currently eating?

*more stunned silence, but I felt like saying "here's his number, you can ask him..."

ME: Umm, Josh is my husband...Deuce is my cat.

*sounds of shuffling paper and clearing her voice*

MMP: Oh yes, right, there it is...he's booked in.

I didn't have the heart to ask if she meant Josh or Deuce...

I think my head is still shaking over that exchange...how can people be *that* dumb?

Which reminds me of another story:

Years ago when I worked at this clinic, my husband (boyfriend at the time though) was picking me up after work. He walked in, went up to the desk and said "I'm here to pick Rhonda up."

The woman behind the counter started typing on her computer and said "I don't have a Rhonda here."

Josh turned to her and said "TWO legs, not FOUR..."