Took my cat, Coltrane to the vet this morning. After staying up so late trying to encapsulate my entire experience with music in one post about mixtapes, I was nodding off in the exam room. Coltrane had lost a bit of weight, but the only thing the vet found wrong was some flea problem
s. Well, I knew about that. I didn't need her to tell me that. So she bossed us into spending a whole bunch of money on overly expensive flea medicine. Someone needs to stop these pet medicine robber barons, there's no reason there shouldn't be a generic version of this stuff.
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