I love animals, I really do. If I could have it my way, I would have built my own version of Noah’s Ark. Not because I had to, but because I want to live with all animals. Every single one of them. But I can’t, and that’s probably a good thing.
You guessed it, I’m not the one that decides if my family is going to get an animal. My wife doesn’t let me. But that’s ok, I’m still enjoying life and other people’s animals.
I’m not sure if my kids love animals as much as I do, because they’re too occupied with their computers and the TV, and the trampoline. And when I ask them a question, the only sound I usually hear is HUH? No, they’re not teenagers, they’re 5 and 7 years old. But they’re still saying HUH. Why is a mystery to me.
So, we ended up with a cat. I’m not sure why, and I’m not sure what happened, but I love him and I enjoy every part of having a cat. We all do. It’s just that we hardly see him. He’s outside, somewhere in the forrest. And when we do get a glimpse of him, he’s running from one side to the other. I can hear you say that all kittens are like this. I’ve heard that a lot. And it’s probably true.
I’m sorry, but we decided to get it castrated. It hurts me to say this, but it wasn’t my decision either. At the time when I heard the question, I just went HUH? and that was it. The next day he was castrated.
A castrated cat
Castrating the cat was suppose to help. We wanted to see him, we wanted to touch him and hear him purr.
It’s been a few months, and he’s still running, nothing has changed. He’s still somewhere in the forrest, and he’s probably having the time of he’s life. At least that’s my guess. The only time we get to see him, touch him and hear him purr, is when he’s eating. That’s it. Now he’s got even more energy than before, and his eyes is telling me that he’s not going to stop running for a while.
I want chocolate to be included
Well, I think my crazy cat is hillarious. I’m just thinking, what the h… is happening? The vet told us that the castration wouldn’t make the cat any different at first, but then in a few weeks, or a month, we would experience a completely different cat. Well, I’m still thinking that this is not the service we bought. I’m not sure what we bought, but it sure ain’t this. The cat is still…well… crazy.
Forget about the crazy cat for a second, I know it’s difficult, but try. And think about marketing and the sales process. We all have expectations as customers. We sort of know what we want, and we sure know when we get exactly what we paid for, and when we didn’t get it. Our job is to not only provide exactly what the customer wants, but more. Yes, give them more. Not just the product, but a fantastic wrapping.
I look at the cat, and I’m still thinking about the vet and his smile when I was walking out the door. If he had offered me a chocolate bar, a Snickers, then the extra waiting for the crazy cat to turn into a lazy cat would have been much easier.
The chocolate is just because I love chocolate. It could have been anything really… because the vet’s word is not helping anymore.