How spoiled can one be?
I’ve always known that Frosty has become the most spoiled cat that has ever resided in my household but this weekend was just the icing on the cake!
You see, awhile back, I’d brought him to a groomer to have his nails clipped. He DID NOT like this – in fact, it took 3 people to hold him and I still had to bring him back twice because they couldn’t get them all the first time.
Well, we determined that it was time to get them clipped again and Brian INSISTED that he would take him this time because Frosty would let them do this if HE were holding him. 🙂
Well, Frosty was scheduled to go this past Saturday and, of course, Brian asks me in the morning, “Are you taking him or am I?” to which I, of course, responded “you’ve been saying all along that you can handle him – you take him!”
So I go off to do errands and return around noon. His appointment was at 12:30 and it was quite clear that Brian was not planning on taking him. So, I said “well, I guess I’m taking Frosty, huh?” To which Brian responds “I don’t want him to go. I don’t want him to get all mad and upset!” So, I ask you, “How spoiled can one be?”
(Okay, I have to admit that I agree with him. His last visit to the vet was a nightmare, he got all freakish and sick when we got him home. So I am perfectly happy with him having not gone, but can you stand it???)
