I used to love my vet. Back when their doors first opened and they were hungry for biz they were the best. Now, a decade later, they have moved and expanded and while I've continued to take every animal I have to them, they now feel more like they are doing me a favor to give me the half assed service I now get. Mostly. So I decided after yesterday that maybe it was time to vet shop.
I started with my neighbor who is far more particular about everything in her life than I am. And has cats. I sent her an email asking if she had a vet she loved. She responded that she is very happy with her current vet... which turns out to be the same one I'm falling out of love with. Sigh. Then I went to Yelp. And Google. And looked at the current vet options and I think what needs to change is my attitude. The other options aren't as good. Oh well. Maybe Biggie will stay healthy.
I did get an alert from the camera. It turned out to be poopless.
If I were not a lazy paranoid, I'd be outside today probably picking up some COVID-19 and other items I do not need. But, also, I'm not that wild about the outside in general.