I was going to write a blog about the ridiculousness that occurred last night, where there was far too much drinking and a bizarre situation with the metro. However, I am way too disturbed by something far more upsetting that occurred today and have to write about it.
This morning, Amy and I took our new kitten (who's growing on me, though I'm still not a cat person) to a vet to have it spade. When we adopted the kitten from Metro Ferals, they instructed us that we needed to get the kitten spade and they made the arrangements for us to have it spade by Nave Dhillon at the Turkey Foot Veterinary Clinic on Turkey Foot Road in North Potomac. My regular vet is much closer, but this place is the one Metro Ferals uses for all their work, so we went with them and made the 30 minute drive.
When we get to the place, which is actually just someone's house with an office at one side, they seem confused by our arrival, but eventually find the paperwork on the cat under its original name. Amy had a bad feeling something bad would happen as we were driving away, but we leave the kitten there and Amy planned to go back in two hours to pick her up once the procedure is completed.
I'm hungover, so I head back to sleep when we get home. I'm awoken when the house phone rings and I hear Amy yelling for me to pick up on the answering machine. (my cell. was on vibrate so I missed her call to that) I busted up my knee at football on Friday night, so I couldn't run down to answer it, so I call her back on my cell. And that's when I get the news.
When Amy arrived back at the vet, the first words out of the receptionist's mouth was, "we've had a little mishap with your kitten." After discussing with Amy that most of the cats that they get are feral cats that are set back into the wild, and that they mark them so that it is known that they have had their shots and fixing, she informs Amy that they ACCIDENTALLY clipped off the tip of our kitten's ear.
ACCIDENTALLY!!!! Are you fucking kidding me? This is not like knocking over a glass of water here, this is an irreversible disfiguring of a poor small creature. You don't just accidentally pull out a scalpel or scissors or whatever they fucking use and cut through flesh.
"The doctor didn't read the sheet and I guess he didn't realize that this cat was adopted."
Didn't realize? This is supposed to be a professional who went to extensive schooling to become a veterinarian. And you expect us to accept the fact that the kitten is now missing 1/3 of its ear because this shithead doesn't even take the time to read his writeup before hacking at our kitten.
I am really heated at this point and the thought of the whole thing makes me sick to my stomach. Amy is in far worse shape since she specifically picked out this kitten based on its appearance, passing up a far more playful one. Then the vet starts giving Amy a hard time for being so upset and crying over the situation.
I offered to meet Amy at the vet since she was obviously very rattled by the whole thing, but she was fine enough to get the kitten and drive home by herself. Thankfully, the kitten is still alive (which is probably not always a guarantee with this butcher), though she does not look like she did only a few hours before. And she never will look that way again....and that is seriously messed up.