Yesterday I brought my cat, Posey in to see you because she hurt her paw. It was a very stressful day for her... But not because of her bloody paw...mostly because you spent twenty seconds on the injury and twenty minutes ridiculing her. First you made that "oh my back" groan when you picked her up (hilarious)! Next, you called her fat, obese, pointed out that if she were you or me she'd way 400lbs, said she had to lose half her weight and repeated "Look at her. Look at her. She's huge."over and over...I just wanted to write you this note to let you know...you had us at "fat". Got it. No need for "Talk about a fat cat!" or "Fatty catty two by four". You're not a douche you just must do best with the animals who come to your office with out an owner...you know, the street cat or random raccoon that has a cough and just decides to get a check up...and fits into size zero jeans.
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