Kitty’s first surgery and the loss of all my money

Last month I took both of my cats to the vet for their annual check-up and vaccines. This was Shed’s fifth year in attendance since the day her bitch mom abandoned her in our backyard. Cali joined us indoors one year later despite being from the same litter, and so this was her third time going to this type of appointment. I was used to walking out of that office a few hundred dollars poorer but with full confidence that both of my girls are as healthy as can be, so used to walking out with my head held high and a pet carrier in each hand. I would feel so intoxicated by the compliments on Shed’s shiny coat and Cali’s incredibly sweet temperament. I admit, I got cocky. Something in my dumb, little brain had been telling me for weeks before the appointment to look into pet insurance, but I thought they’re always so healthy, plus there’s probably not enough time for the insurance companies to complete enrollment before we have to go in, I’ll just do it after. Well, as you can deduce by…