My secondary vet had two calicos that lived there full time. Sadly, one passed last year, at nearly 18 years old, and the other is too old to still act as receptionist.

Anyway, routinely, they were the only ones at the front when you get there. There’s a sign that says “tell Pig to go get Ashley”

And you say “hey, Pig. Mind getting Ashley?”

And pig fucking books it to the back of the house while screaming the whole way. It’s amazing.

Nowadays, pig just sleeps, and get scritches, and you ring a little bell for Nevaeh, because Ashley doesn’t work there anymore. But for a while, it was a glorious, and hilarious, system

…and it doesn’t look like he’ll take any of your guff either!

“The vet is busy and can’t see you right meow”

Looks like an employee owned business to me

“I’m watching you, Wazowski.”

Hostile takeover is what that looks like

Please wash your hards with purrrrrrell sir

The Lunatics have taken over the Asylem!

… When you tell the receptionist to smile