FOAD Thursday

Today's FOAD Thursday goes out to the asshats at the on base Vet Clinic...
2 weeks ago I called them to make an appointment for my incredibly stupid cat who *I* think has a UTI. I think this because he now pisses NEXT to the cat box instead of in it. Not hard to figure out if you know what you are looking for. So 3 or 4 times a day I get to scrub the floor with various chemicals.

When I call to make the appointment, the ignorant wretch at the desk asks me to get a urine sample. WTF?! "A urine sample... from a cat?" I say. "How am I supposed to get a cat to piss in a cup?"
This was the stupidest shit ever said... "Well, can you wait for him to go pee and sneak up behind him and catch it?"

Jesus Jumping Christ! Sneak up behind him and catch it?! Has this asshole ever seen a cat? In spite of myself I started laughing and asked the guy if he owns a cat. I think he lied when he said yes. So I called mom, the vet tech, and asked her how to accomplish such a thing, and she told me.
ANYways- Last night I scrubbed the shit out of the floor with bleach and such, and 5 minutes later Loki pissed a lake in front of the box- so I did what my mother- the vet tech- said I should- I got 4 Q-tips, got a good sample, put it in a ziploc bag and then put said bag in the refrigerator.

This morning, I went to drop off said sample at the vet clinic... and they told me they can't use it. "It might be contaminated." From sterile Q-tips, a bleached floor and a refrigerated sample? Note there was a little puddle in the bottom of the bag- certainly enough for a slide.

No, no- these fuckheads want to make sure they can charge me the extra $25 dollars for the catheterization. Either that or they are dumb asses who don't know how to work a centrifuge, or sweep a cotton swab across a slide. Of course, I didn't get to talk to the lab tech- only the snippety bitch at the front desk who wouldn't know piss from lemonade.

The last time I went there I asked them to sell me some soft paws (which I was told they sell)- and somehow that shit was beyond them... Unless I paid them to put them on- I couldn't have them. Every time I go in there- I run into some complication born of stupidity.

So today's big Fuck Off And Die Thursday goes out the the asshats at the Vet Clinic. I am sure when I have to take my cat back later today to be traumatized, you will no doubt do something else asinine, just to piss me off.