Another Day, Another Few Thousand Cells Destroyed

Today started with a hoot. This domestic helper came into the clinic with two rowdy boys in tow, insisting that her “mum” made an appointment to have the family cat spayed. Her employer also decided at the last minute to have the cat’s 2 babies brought in to be vaccinated. Thing was, I didn’t have her cats on my appointment list. The girl kept insisting that she had an appointment for sterilization and refused to believe me even after I showed her the appointment book and asked her to find her cat or her employer’s name herself. Eventually, I found her appointment. It was booked for next week.

Anyway, she then decided to get the kittens vaccinated so fair enough, I registered the cats as a walk in patient. While they were waiting, the two boys, being the irritating pests that they were, decided to run and stomp around the clinic like apes on heat. Although I was irritated, I had pressing work to attend to, so I more or less gritted my teeth and ignored them. After a while, I heard the rustle of a plastic bag. Immediately, I thought “God… they are playing with the plastic bags (which we provide for clearing up dog poop).” I stood up and saw one of the boys happily placing a plastic bag over a kitten’s head. Hell, the bag was bigger than the kitten so it practically engulfed it!

I grabbed the boy’s attention with a loud ”HEY!” and proceeded to tell him off for doing that. While I was in the midst of that short 10 second lecture about not placing plastic bags over kittens’ heads, he was listening but his hands were automatically placing the same kitten into the plastic bag, butt first. I told him off again and ordered him to throw the bag away, which he did. He then got reprimanded by his maid.

Soon after, they went in to see the vet and guess what? The boy got told off by Bryan because he had a rubber band round the cat’s neck. I didn’t know about this till I was complaining to Bryan about the plastic bag fiasco during lunchtime.

Some people simply shouldn’t be allowed to have such control over other living things. This renewed my dislike for kids. I tend to think of them as bug splatters on the windshield of life.