Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Cats are expensive

I was on my way to the climbing gym when I got a phone call from Bobby.

J: "Yo, what's up?"
B: "Pierre's about to die."
J: "Um, ok. wtf? I'll be right home."

Well, it was a little different than that, but you catch the drift.
So, Pierre was about to die. We took him to the only animal hospital open, DoveLewis, which is swanky and expensive.

Ended up that Pierre had a urinary tract blockage and he had basically backed up with pee. So, they put him under and removed the blockage. Next day, he came home.

It's better that he didn't die the day before my birthday.

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