By Dorothy Rosby
There are a lot of jobs I’d be too afraid to do: lion tamer, smokejumper, elementary school teacher. Last week I was reminded to add veterinarian and veterinary technician to the list. I’ll spare you the unpleasant details and just say my cat had an ailment involving his backside and parts leading up to it.
His name is Sebastian but that doesn’t roll off the tongue so mostly we just call him Kitty. It doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t come anyway.
A cat person once told us that Sebastian/Kitty is probably a Maine coon mix. She didn’t come right out and say it, but she hinted that the other part might be rabid bobcat. My husband and I get to see the Maine coon part. Everyone else, including our veterinarian and his staff, only sees the bobcat part.