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TIFU by being so tired I accidentally referred to my cat as if he were my genetic relative at the vet
It all started when my cat Schrödinger got sick a few days back. This morning, when I was looking forward to a lazy day after two super busy ones, he started pooping blood again. So back go the vet we went.
He’s fine, he just once again ate something he shouldn’t. It is that cat’s goal in life to find things on the floor he shouldn’t eat just so that he can eat them. Menace.
But while we were there, the vet enquired about his size, saying he was very large for his age. I explained that he was a Maine Coon, and that they get really big, and that his dad Hades had a really broad heavy bone structure and that Schrödinger had inherited it. She just gave me a look and told me to watch his weight. And I just stood there for a second and then said “Well, you know, weight gain does run in my family.”
The silence was deafening. Even Schrödinger looked up from his current position in the sink.
Me: (sigh) “It’s OK. I heard it too. I’ll just see myself out.”
TL;DR: My cat got sick so I took him to the vet, where I accidentally implied he was my genetic relative.
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