Today my cat got hit by a car.
He, my sexy cat, is right now lying at the vet's in a cold metal cage, sedated.
I've been a nauseous mess all day.
I made it in to work today though... I'm not sure why I bothered.
I walked in the door and proceeded to get in shit. Ummm....
I let you know that I was going to be late. I did not ask for my cat to run down and need nearly $1000 worth of medical care.
You cold heartless bitch.
Don't even ask how my cat is...
I'm sorry you missed your doctor's appointment, I did not make that choice for you. You could have called for coverage. I am not the be all nor end all.
Meek should be okay. I hope. I'm off, I need to pick him up.