I walked into the veterinarian's office with my disgruntled cat. I'd been worried about my cat for a week already. Her health was steadily declining and I knew something was seriously wrong when the 4 a.m. Kitty Alarm stopped going off — that feline screeching that takes place outside the door to our bedroom every morning announcing the start of the day. In our house, if that cat's up, we're all up.
It was just before the bon holiday and I didn't want to risk having to take her into emergency during the busy holiday period.
As soon as I entered the clinic, however, I realized that perhaps we had come to the wrong place. This hospital was obviously for the rich and famous pets, not the orphaned and rescued island cats of Japan who may have had ear mites at one time in their lives.