Yesterday morning, Mike and I rose early (Only 3 snoozes and once of me telling him "just five more minutes!") to take our dearly beloved Jeff to the vet. (Yes, he donned his bowtie for the event)We were supposed to take him 7 days post adoption to our vet. However, there was a waiting list, and we got him in just a month and a week post adoption...but who's counting?
We went inside the Ft. Meade Vet Services building to be greeted by a Beagle and a Buggle (Which is a pug and beagle mix for those like me who weren't 'in the know') they were barking, and trying to sniff the air. Jeff sat in his kitty karry all and watched them most unimpressed.
We conversed with a lady and her 2 year old son about their 14year old Kitty. Whom apparently was a world traveler as his pet taxi had Lufthansa travel stickers plastered all over it.
Her son was more interested in poking his pudgy finger inside the taxi and smiling at us.
Finally the vet came to the waiting area and said "JEFF? Is there a Jeff here today?"
Mike grinned and mumbled quite amusedly to me"We have a cat named Jeff."
We took Senor Jeff into the exam room, and the Vet confessed that she is SUCH a cat person that in fact, she has dreams of being in an all cat practice. (So, I'm just middle ground on cat fancy apparently, as she out catted me in every way)
She instructed us to let Jeff out so he could walk about and enjoy his surroundings.
She was asking us the where/whys/hows/whens of our adoption, and wow, he has a rotund belly, how much and what does he eat?
We were ticking off the list as she had him up on the exam table. She was chattering about felines in general when she stopped mid sentence.
She said "You have...you..it's...It's a girl."
I said "HUH?"
Mike was like stunned.
She hoisted Jeff over her shoulder and said "Lemme get another Vet opinion, but I know this is a GIRL."
Jeff, in his bowtie, proudly looked back at us over his shoulder, as she waltzed out of the exam room into the secretive world of "behind the exam room".
Mike and I looked at each other, and I started laughing. Mike couldn't stop smiling, that confused lil' smile.
Dr. BB came back in smiling and said "Yep. Jeff is a girl! and by the way, her bowtie was a hit back there!"
She said we should contact the rescue place of her adoption to let them know they had the files confused. She also gave us pointers to look for incase she wasn't really spayed. I said "But, well, we still want to keep her, we are attached to him..I mean...her."
She laughed and said "You guys are so cool, I tell you it's a girl, and you are all smiles!"
She then told Mike "When you have kids, I bet they will all be girls!"
She told us to go ahead and keep her name Jeff, that it didn't really matter. I crinkled my nose and suggested Jess.
We got home, I called Mom and she found it so amusing. Suggesting we call her Jeffina.
We made our way to PA to visit Lynsey. Upon arrival, barely in the door of Chez G'no, we start to tell Lyns. She guessed right away and she died laughing. Quickly she called Dave, who found the story equally as entertaining.
Mike started referring to her as Jessica. Which is quite elegant a name for a cat.
We went to Gettysburg with Lynsey. We went to an antique shop where gasp! I saw a realio trulio picture of Robert E. Lee! I could've swiped it up for only $650!! Lynsey kept announcing that she felt "Glad......(pause) ALL OVER" while we were searching for a vintage bird cage for her bathroom.
Did you know that antique shoppin' can work up the appetite? Well, it does. The three of us, post seeing a case full of glass eyes, decided that grabbing lunch at the most interesting diner/restaurant right in the heart of gettysburg was a good call.
The Plaza Restaurant is a Seat Yourself kinda dig. It was instant, We all three chose the wrap about booth. We joked about how it would be hard to leave in a huff from a wrap around booth while we waited on our Tuna Melts and Cheesesteaks. Lyns & I nudged one another under the table about our weird stare-you-down-why-didn't-you-clean-your-plate?? waitress.
When we asked her what a Deep Fried Drummie was, she looked at us like we were insane and said "Well, it's like...it ain't the wing part, it's the drum part. It's deep fried and there you go."
Lyns said "Ooooh ok."
I said "Oooh makes sense."
Mike sat there silently.
Mind you the lady never mentioned that it was chicken. It could've, in fact, been turkey, quail, or, and other winged animal.
When Lyns finished eating, there was indeed more cheesesteak left on her plate. The lady said "You're done?"
Lyns replied with "Yep."
She said "You need a to-go?"
Lynsey said "No. I'm good. Thanks."
The waitress with her dead pan stare said "You sure everything was alright?"
Lynsey said "Yes. Thanks."
The lady kept eyeballing her plate skeptically....then slowly walked away.
After lunching we found ourselves by the Lincoln and random man statue wherein we posed for a plethora of entertaining photos. Mike opened the flood gates with his shenanigans of trying to look inside the hat Lincoln had raised over his head. We all took turns making trying to make the other laugh the hardest at our poses.
We went back to Lyns' and watched Pineapple Express ate hershey kisses and laughed hysterically.
We returned home later that evening, to be greeted by Jessica.
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