Sunday, September 24, 2023

Sunday morning, 5:58 a.m.

Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."

Ms. Simon-Bond: "Hi, Dr. Grumpy... there's a dead cat on my back patio."


Dr. Grumpy: "Why are you calling me?"

Ms. Simon-Bond: "I... I guess because I didn't know what to do about it."


Dr. Grumpy: "I didn't know you had a cat."

Ms. Simon-Bond: "I don't... I don't know whose cat it is."

Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, this really isn't something I can help you with, or even a reason to call me."

Ms. Simon-Bond: "My internist said the same thing."


bobbie said...

Did you tell her to call Animal Control??

bobbie said...

Did you tell her you only tended yaks, not cats??

Anonymous said...

“I could order a CAT scan”

Anonymous said...

Shouldn't she go to the ER?

Anonymous said...

"I'm not dead"
Monty Python

Me said...

If a neurologist gets crazy calls like this, what must psychiatrists get?

Marie Q said...

Of course - find a dead cat on your back patio then the first person you call is your internist and the next would of course be your neurologist. Maybe she needs to call the undertaker next? - or maybe her pharmacist?

gloriap said...

She may need a forensic pathologist, and to stop using rat poison in the yard.

Packer said...

Did it bounce?

Anonymous said...

"Welcome to the Psychic Friends Hotline. What can I help you with today?"

Anonymous said...

"Thanks for the info, but here at Jack-in-the-Box we only buy our meat from reputable suppliers. While you're on the phone, would you like to order something?"

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