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Pete the hospital cat
Hello,
Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." Pete? Who was Pete? Well, at one clinic I looked at, the doctor would bring in his d*g to work. So I figured it was a pet belonging to one of the doctors. I took my lunch break and went to the break room to eat my sandwich, which happened to be roast beef. I didn't see any animals. I turn on the tv and notice another small sign. "Please don't give Pete people food. Thx!" I sit down at the desk and I'm about to chow down on my roast beef sandwich when a black shape jumps onto the desk. It's a big black cat with yellow eyes. Ah, I thought, THIS must be Pete. Ironically, Pete looks EXACTLY like my Imp, but has a personality that rivals Mischief's. I scritched him, but of course he was interested in something more important, like my delicious roast beef sandwich. So I'm trying to eat when he crawls in to my lap. I hold my sandwich out of the way and the little brat walks up my chest and tries to stretch out with one paw at my sandwich. By now my hand is outstretched all the way, and I'm trying to figure out how to get him off when my supervisor, Jen, walks in. "Birdy! Stop that!" She picks him up and he crawls and perches on her shoulder. She explained to me that Pete was a stray that was brought in a year ago that she and the doctors rescued from poor health. So they named him Pete and he became the hospital cat. Jen loves him the most, and nicknamed him Birdy because he likes to perch on shoulders. He's kept mainly in the office, and every morning you'll hear him yowling to be let out so he can inspect everything. Some days when we're opening up the clinic, Pete will be let out of the office and follows us into the treatment room. He then will sit on the X-ray table on the side of the room and watch us as we walk all the d*gs that are boarding. Doesn't meow, and doesn't hiss unless a d*g sees him and tries to sniff him. I wonder what he's thinking? Then he goes back into the office where he naps, and does all his other cat stuff. But if you go into the breakroom to have your lunch, be prepared to have it inspected very thoroughly by Pete. You practically have to beat him off with a stick to keep him away. There's a pillow in the room so I like to lie down and close my eyes to take a break, but it's only a matter of time before I feel him climb onto my chest and start purring. I always return to work covered in black fur all over my scrubs. sheesh! More hospital stories later, Kristi |
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"Mischief" wrote in message
om... Hello, Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." Pete? Who was Pete? Well, at one clinic I looked at, the doctor would bring in his d*g to work. So I figured it was a pet belonging to one of the doctors. I took my lunch break and went to the break room to eat my sandwich, which happened to be roast beef. I didn't see any animals. I turn on the tv and notice another small sign. "Please don't give Pete people food. Thx!" I sit down at the desk and I'm about to chow down on my roast beef sandwich when a black shape jumps onto the desk. It's a big black cat with yellow eyes. Ah, I thought, THIS must be Pete. Ironically, Pete looks EXACTLY like my Imp, but has a personality that rivals Mischief's. I scritched him, but of course he was interested in something more important, like my delicious roast beef sandwich. So I'm trying to eat when he crawls in to my lap. I hold my sandwich out of the way and the little brat walks up my chest and tries to stretch out with one paw at my sandwich. By now my hand is outstretched all the way, and I'm trying to figure out how to get him off when my supervisor, Jen, walks in. "Birdy! Stop that!" She picks him up and he crawls and perches on her shoulder. She explained to me that Pete was a stray that was brought in a year ago that she and the doctors rescued from poor health. So they named him Pete and he became the hospital cat. Jen loves him the most, and nicknamed him Birdy because he likes to perch on shoulders. He's kept mainly in the office, and every morning you'll hear him yowling to be let out so he can inspect everything. Some days when we're opening up the clinic, Pete will be let out of the office and follows us into the treatment room. He then will sit on the X-ray table on the side of the room and watch us as we walk all the d*gs that are boarding. Doesn't meow, and doesn't hiss unless a d*g sees him and tries to sniff him. I wonder what he's thinking? Then he goes back into the office where he naps, and does all his other cat stuff. But if you go into the breakroom to have your lunch, be prepared to have it inspected very thoroughly by Pete. You practically have to beat him off with a stick to keep him away. There's a pillow in the room so I like to lie down and close my eyes to take a break, but it's only a matter of time before I feel him climb onto my chest and start purring. I always return to work covered in black fur all over my scrubs. sheesh! More hospital stories later, Kristi What fun! And what better to be covered with than cat hair? G Joy |
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"Mischief" wrote in message
om... Hello, Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." Pete? Who was Pete? Well, at one clinic I looked at, the doctor would bring in his d*g to work. So I figured it was a pet belonging to one of the doctors. I took my lunch break and went to the break room to eat my sandwich, which happened to be roast beef. I didn't see any animals. I turn on the tv and notice another small sign. "Please don't give Pete people food. Thx!" I sit down at the desk and I'm about to chow down on my roast beef sandwich when a black shape jumps onto the desk. It's a big black cat with yellow eyes. Ah, I thought, THIS must be Pete. Ironically, Pete looks EXACTLY like my Imp, but has a personality that rivals Mischief's. I scritched him, but of course he was interested in something more important, like my delicious roast beef sandwich. So I'm trying to eat when he crawls in to my lap. I hold my sandwich out of the way and the little brat walks up my chest and tries to stretch out with one paw at my sandwich. By now my hand is outstretched all the way, and I'm trying to figure out how to get him off when my supervisor, Jen, walks in. "Birdy! Stop that!" She picks him up and he crawls and perches on her shoulder. She explained to me that Pete was a stray that was brought in a year ago that she and the doctors rescued from poor health. So they named him Pete and he became the hospital cat. Jen loves him the most, and nicknamed him Birdy because he likes to perch on shoulders. He's kept mainly in the office, and every morning you'll hear him yowling to be let out so he can inspect everything. Some days when we're opening up the clinic, Pete will be let out of the office and follows us into the treatment room. He then will sit on the X-ray table on the side of the room and watch us as we walk all the d*gs that are boarding. Doesn't meow, and doesn't hiss unless a d*g sees him and tries to sniff him. I wonder what he's thinking? Then he goes back into the office where he naps, and does all his other cat stuff. But if you go into the breakroom to have your lunch, be prepared to have it inspected very thoroughly by Pete. You practically have to beat him off with a stick to keep him away. There's a pillow in the room so I like to lie down and close my eyes to take a break, but it's only a matter of time before I feel him climb onto my chest and start purring. I always return to work covered in black fur all over my scrubs. sheesh! More hospital stories later, Kristi What fun! And what better to be covered with than cat hair? G Joy |
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"Mischief" wrote in message
om... Hello, Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." Pete? Who was Pete? Well, at one clinic I looked at, the doctor would bring in his d*g to work. So I figured it was a pet belonging to one of the doctors. I took my lunch break and went to the break room to eat my sandwich, which happened to be roast beef. I didn't see any animals. I turn on the tv and notice another small sign. "Please don't give Pete people food. Thx!" I sit down at the desk and I'm about to chow down on my roast beef sandwich when a black shape jumps onto the desk. It's a big black cat with yellow eyes. Ah, I thought, THIS must be Pete. Ironically, Pete looks EXACTLY like my Imp, but has a personality that rivals Mischief's. I scritched him, but of course he was interested in something more important, like my delicious roast beef sandwich. So I'm trying to eat when he crawls in to my lap. I hold my sandwich out of the way and the little brat walks up my chest and tries to stretch out with one paw at my sandwich. By now my hand is outstretched all the way, and I'm trying to figure out how to get him off when my supervisor, Jen, walks in. "Birdy! Stop that!" She picks him up and he crawls and perches on her shoulder. She explained to me that Pete was a stray that was brought in a year ago that she and the doctors rescued from poor health. So they named him Pete and he became the hospital cat. Jen loves him the most, and nicknamed him Birdy because he likes to perch on shoulders. He's kept mainly in the office, and every morning you'll hear him yowling to be let out so he can inspect everything. Some days when we're opening up the clinic, Pete will be let out of the office and follows us into the treatment room. He then will sit on the X-ray table on the side of the room and watch us as we walk all the d*gs that are boarding. Doesn't meow, and doesn't hiss unless a d*g sees him and tries to sniff him. I wonder what he's thinking? Then he goes back into the office where he naps, and does all his other cat stuff. But if you go into the breakroom to have your lunch, be prepared to have it inspected very thoroughly by Pete. You practically have to beat him off with a stick to keep him away. There's a pillow in the room so I like to lie down and close my eyes to take a break, but it's only a matter of time before I feel him climb onto my chest and start purring. I always return to work covered in black fur all over my scrubs. sheesh! More hospital stories later, Kristi What fun! And what better to be covered with than cat hair? G Joy |
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Great story! Thanks.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "Mischief" wrote in message om... Hello, Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." snip |
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Great story! Thanks.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "Mischief" wrote in message om... Hello, Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." snip |
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Great story! Thanks.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "Mischief" wrote in message om... Hello, Up until this past semester, I had never worked in a vet clinic before. I was excited to start in April at the Agoura Animal Clinic in Agoura Hills, CA. On my first day I was in the grooming room with our lockers and the big tub. I saw on the door to the breakroom/office a small sign reading "Please don't let Pete out." snip |
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