My new calling

Sampson is at the emergency pet hospital. He looked funny last night when we got home, and was having a lot of litter box trouble this morning. I called our vet, who said to take him to critical care immediately, and so off we went. The doc there says she thinks he'll be okay, and to call in 2 hours for an update. I of course am a guilty, emotional wreck, but as soon as I hear that he'll definitely be okay, then I will let out my breath. And pour a glass of wine.

I am ditching my swimsuit modeling aspirations to hawk pet insurance. At $12 a month for cats, that would have saved us a lot of cash.