I just want to go on record saying that I've noticed a lot of things around this clinic to be unfair. There are things that other visiting pets get to do, that I don't ever get to do; or if I do them, I get in big trouble. Shouting for example: dogs come in here all the time shouting hello, or that they want to go out, get treats whatever. Mostly for this they get petting, or hugged, sometimes they even get the treats they so directly requested. I, on the other paw, get water sprayed in my face. Yesterday, mother got it right up my nose! Don't get me wrong, Bea gets the same treatment, but she doesn't feel as compelled as I do to speak my mind, so the water is rarely directed at her.
Another area of unfairness is bathroom breaks. Dogs, and cats, come in this clinic all the time and use it like it was the tree outside. If I try to do that, just once, it's whoa, whoa, whoa or wait, wait, wait – usually followed by getting scooped up and taken outside. I do not understand why visitors are allowed to mark what is clearly my territory, and yet I am not.

The funny thing is that I was never brought up with this concept of fair. Growing up it was whomever was big enough or fast enough to get the food first, got it all. Now, Bea gets a 10 minute headstart just so I don't get some of her dinner. It's not my fault she was born missing teeth.

Today, a cat named Slick came in for father to check over. Slick has a history of making too much yellow marking liquid on account of the fact that something inside doesn't work right. “Polycystic kidney disease,” father explained to Slick's worried mother years ago “it's something he was born with. Right now, his kidneys are functioning well enough that Slick doesn't feel sick. But it explains why he urinates a lot and that there's always blood in it”. Slick comes in now several times a year. He's supposed to give a sample of the yellow marking liquid in the box Vonnie gives him, but for some reason he doesn't like to. Just like a typical cat, if it's not his idea he refuses to play along. So, Slick stayed for the day and was allowed to walk all over the clinic until he felt comfortable enough to use his box! I don't even get to walk around this clinic. I could squat in that box, or any box for that matter, and still I don't get to strut around the clinic the way he did. Someday, when I grow big, I will make all the rules. Then we'll see who gets to go where.