Your three words, my little story
Lori’s words: tiger, diploma & houseplant

 

Lori was so proud of her DIPLOMA. She put a lot of time and effort into graduating at the top of her class. Getting her degree early worked well in her plans. Now she could open the first Veterinary shop ever in the sleepy little town of Sloan.

 

She had all kinds of plants at home, indoor and outdoor. At the moment there was only one HOUSEPLANT in the office. Hanging her diploma over the plant was great. It added a little of her decorator back ground to her new digs.

 

It was two days before she got her first phone call. She answered saying, “Lori’s Veterinary Services, what’s your critter?” She was so tickled, she couldn’t hardly contain herself. Her first customer was on the phone.

 

He said, “ My name is J. J. Johnson and I have a feline problem.”

 

“What kind of cat is it?”

 

“A TIGER. It’s a small one though.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“I’m messin’ with ya. I have a two year old calico and there might be something wrong with his man parts.”

 

She immediately saw dollar signs, because the vet bill on a male calico can get high. Especially if it suffers from Klinefelter’s Syndrome. “When do you want to bring him in?”

 

“Is tomorrow at nine am alright?”

 

“Let me check the calendar.” She knew she had no appointments yet. “Just so happens tomorrow at nine is open Mister Johnson. Let me get your phone number and the Calico’s name.”