If It Fits, It Ships!
It happened again. The field-trip from hell. A visit to the vet.
Now don’t get me wrong – I love my vet. I just want to keep the relationship profession and with a three foot minimum “no touching” zone. Poking, prodding – not a fun time.
Of course, on this most recent visit, my silhouette was a subject of much discussion. The vet said I had gotten so large, even my shadow needed to lose weight. The mandate? – A change in diet and a weekly weigh-in (how do you maintain your dignity when you’re put in a cardboard box and set on the office postage scale?).
I have to admit, the change in diet has not gone well. I won’t go into detail, but my cat box location can now be classified as a superfund cleanup site. I’m hoping it starts to improve, or they’ll need to tile the bathroom and install a floor drain.
I guess the silver lining is that as long as I fit in the box, the US Post Office says that I can still be shipped anywhere in the US for $18.85