I am sorry you feel that way.
Today was the biggest rollout in our company's short history. It was also a day that I needed to travel 35 miles south to help my eldest nephew with his computer, which won't boot, once again.
I did not have time for Tootsie, our four-year-old six-toed cat to have a nail that was hidden and grew so long that it dug into her flesh. Which caused her pain. Which caused blood to start spouting everywhere she went to.
I had to take her to the emergency vet near downtown Denver. I walk up with her in her cat carrier and I say, hey, got an easy one for you! Her nail is digging into her flesh, causing her to spill blood everywhere!
The young gal at the desk started to have me fill out paperwork, when this old regunant fat bitch scootches her chair away from the desk and says to the young gal (not me) "We have a three or four hour wait and we aren't taking non-emergencies right now."
Which is fine, but tell ME that, dickie, look ME in the eyes with my cat who is in pain and tell ME that, don't make the kid do it. Whatever, I heard it and because I get all my anger out talking on the phone with my brother, I let this go. I got a list of other vets. My wife was in the car and she found a vet that is actually in the town we live in, and they would see her a couple hours later. So I drove home, did some work, and then went to THAT vet.
Who fixed the issue. They were great. The nail had actually formed a frigging circle. It looked like one of those saws you chuck at people in "We Don't Go to Ravenholm." Gross! $330 for this and some shots she needed and pain meds.
I love this cat. God made her perfect. I am sorry that your cat is difficult. I am just writing this because I feel blessed.
