Transcript of adorable kid at vet.
Feb. 21st, 2013 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snarpKid: *stares at me intently*
Me: Hi!
Kid: There's a dog there!
Me: Yup. There are a lot of dogs here.
Kid: Because it's a dog place.
Me: Well, it's also a cat place. There are a lot of cats here, too.
Kid: *looks around excitedly* Where? Where are the cats?!
Me: Well, I've got one here in this carrier. See?
Kid: *examines Tragedy the Cat* Where's her face?!
Me: She's facing the back of the box because she's nervous. She can hear the dogs barking.
Kid: *moves around to side of box* There's her face! I can see it! She's a pretty cat.
Me: Yup. And you know what? She's older than you!
Kid: I'm five!
Me: She's fourteen.
Kid: Wow! When I'm fourteen, I'm going to - *continues talking, but is too excited by thought of being fourteen to remain comprehensible*
Me: You know what? When you're fourteen, you'll be the same size as her. You start shrinking, you know.
Kid: *dubious expression*
Me: I made that up, it's not true. *I was an amazing teacher btw*
Kid: Okay, good. I want to pet her.
Me: You can pet her through the bars here if she'll let you, but we can't take her out. She's upset that I put her in the box and might run away. She's not upset at you, though, just me.
Kid: She's mad that you put her in the box?
Me: Yup. But I had to, because she needed to go to the doctor. If you don't put a cat in a box, it won't go to the doctor. She was so mad at me when I put her in there that she scratched my wrist, see?
Kid: But she won't scratch me because I didn't make her mad! She's letting me pet her! She's so pretty.
Me: She likes being petted. She also likes eating flowers, even though they make her sick.
Kid: Oh! If you eat flowers, you - *excitedly tells a story about flowers making your stomach blow up, if I understood correctly*
Me: Uh-oh. Well, you better not eat any flowers, then.
Kid: No! Mom!
*runs over to tell his Mom about the flower-eating cat he petted, then comes back and pets her some more*
Kid: What's that? *points to model of worms on a shelf behind me*
Me: Those are bad worms that live in the dirt. They can make animals sick. See? *get the model down for him* Can you read this little sign on the worms?
Kid: It says, "These Are Worms!"
Me: Nope. It says "Pick Me Up!" You want to pick it up?
Kid: *picks it up* There are a lot of worms!
Kid's Mom: What are you doing?
Kid: Look, it's worms! They're bad worms. *climbs up on bench and carefully puts bad worms back where they were* And here's the cat! She lets me pet her! She's not mad at me, but she's mad at her, see? *grabs my wrist to show off my scratch*
Me: Yup. She was really angry with me for putting her in that box. She's turned around again now, though, so I think she may want to go to sleep.
Kid: We should sing her a lullaby! *sings "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to the cat, slightly incorrectly* Good night, cat!
Me: Very good. She's fast asleep. *she's not really*
Kid's Mom: We've to go meet your sister and Dad now. Say bye-bye to the cat, okay?
Kid: Byyyye!
Me: Bye! She says bye, too!
Me: Hi!
Kid: There's a dog there!
Me: Yup. There are a lot of dogs here.
Kid: Because it's a dog place.
Me: Well, it's also a cat place. There are a lot of cats here, too.
Kid: *looks around excitedly* Where? Where are the cats?!
Me: Well, I've got one here in this carrier. See?
Kid: *examines Tragedy the Cat* Where's her face?!
Me: She's facing the back of the box because she's nervous. She can hear the dogs barking.
Kid: *moves around to side of box* There's her face! I can see it! She's a pretty cat.
Me: Yup. And you know what? She's older than you!
Kid: I'm five!
Me: She's fourteen.
Kid: Wow! When I'm fourteen, I'm going to - *continues talking, but is too excited by thought of being fourteen to remain comprehensible*
Me: You know what? When you're fourteen, you'll be the same size as her. You start shrinking, you know.
Kid: *dubious expression*
Me: I made that up, it's not true. *I was an amazing teacher btw*
Kid: Okay, good. I want to pet her.
Me: You can pet her through the bars here if she'll let you, but we can't take her out. She's upset that I put her in the box and might run away. She's not upset at you, though, just me.
Kid: She's mad that you put her in the box?
Me: Yup. But I had to, because she needed to go to the doctor. If you don't put a cat in a box, it won't go to the doctor. She was so mad at me when I put her in there that she scratched my wrist, see?
Kid: But she won't scratch me because I didn't make her mad! She's letting me pet her! She's so pretty.
Me: She likes being petted. She also likes eating flowers, even though they make her sick.
Kid: Oh! If you eat flowers, you - *excitedly tells a story about flowers making your stomach blow up, if I understood correctly*
Me: Uh-oh. Well, you better not eat any flowers, then.
Kid: No! Mom!
*runs over to tell his Mom about the flower-eating cat he petted, then comes back and pets her some more*
Kid: What's that? *points to model of worms on a shelf behind me*
Me: Those are bad worms that live in the dirt. They can make animals sick. See? *get the model down for him* Can you read this little sign on the worms?
Kid: It says, "These Are Worms!"
Me: Nope. It says "Pick Me Up!" You want to pick it up?
Kid: *picks it up* There are a lot of worms!
Kid's Mom: What are you doing?
Kid: Look, it's worms! They're bad worms. *climbs up on bench and carefully puts bad worms back where they were* And here's the cat! She lets me pet her! She's not mad at me, but she's mad at her, see? *grabs my wrist to show off my scratch*
Me: Yup. She was really angry with me for putting her in that box. She's turned around again now, though, so I think she may want to go to sleep.
Kid: We should sing her a lullaby! *sings "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to the cat, slightly incorrectly* Good night, cat!
Me: Very good. She's fast asleep. *she's not really*
Kid's Mom: We've to go meet your sister and Dad now. Say bye-bye to the cat, okay?
Kid: Byyyye!
Me: Bye! She says bye, too!
