A woman brought a Maine Coon to the veterinarian for examination. The cat was unusually beautiful, but too thin for a representative of this breed. The owner of the cat said that she had problems with her stomach, and also that the animal gnawed at everything that got into its eyes.
The doctor examined the two-year-old cat, which turned out to be kind and calm, and then took the necessary tests. Mali, that’s the name of the cat, did not find any serious problems, but her weight worried the veterinarian very much, because the Maine Coon was on the verge of exhaustion.
The ultrasound also showed a foreign object, possibly a piece of bone, eaten by the cat in a fit of hunger. The veterinarian prescribed treatment.
Having heard that the cat should be bought medicines and brought for repeated examinations, the woman categorically refused the treatment: “Then I will leave it to you. If the husband finds out how much it costs, he will put Mali on the street.
The doctor could hardly understand what the woman was talking about. After all, a cat is also part of their family and she needs treatment quite simply and inexpensively, can you really refuse this? The woman was categorical – she does not need a sick cat at home!
During this conversation, Mali sat in the corner, looking sadly at the floor and as if feeling that unpleasant changes were taking place in her life. The woman, without the slightest hesitation, wrote a refusal, and the vet burst into tears when she saw the sad eyes of a cat whose only fault was that she had eaten something from the floor.
