As a consequence of living in the Real World. This weekend, we're getting ready for two parties we're hosting tomorrow night, finishing up Christmas shopping, getting the annual family pictures taken, and because if there is a God, she has a malicious sense of humor, dealing with a cat suddenly incontinent because of feline diabetes.
We just got the lecture from the vet in how to give the shots, and dropped the scrips for needles and insulin off at the human pharmacy, where the clerk did not even bat an eye.
My gentle suggestion to TG that we sell the cat to a junkie in need of a source of clean needles was met with a steely silence. I may be sleeping in the garage tonight...
...back to scrubbing the carpet...