No, not me…my cat.
Yes, that’s right: my cat has gingivitis. One guess which cat it is. Need a hint? Okay, it’s the cat that has cost me a lot of money in veterinarian fees over the course of his almost six years of existence.
Oops, I suppose the “his” was a dead giveaway. Cuz y’know, it wasn’t obviously Chet. Min’s always the picture of perfect health.
So yeah, Chet has gingivitis. And now he needs to have his teeth cleaned, which is gonna cost me a few hundred bucks. But you do it and you don’t complain, because you love the cat the so much and don’t want him to lose his teeth.
Ah, that’s so very nice of you. Do you want to give me the cash up front or just put it on your credit card and collect points?
What’s that? Oh no, when I said “you”, I meant “you”. Not “you” as in “me”. That is to say, not the third-person “you”…or is it the royal “you”…or is that the same thing?
Just hand over the money and no one gets hurt.
Chet will thank you later.
And by “you”, I mean “me”.