She looked at Franklin's chart, and then:
Vet: He doesn't have his rabies shot?
Savia: No. He has all his shots except for rabies.
Vet: Well, we can do that today for you.
Savia: No, that's fine. He is an indoor cat.
Vet: Well, you know there are a lot of bats in the city.
Savia: But he doesn't go outside at all.
Vet: Sometimes, bats will fly into your house and bite your cats. It happens, you know.
Savia: [Looks at vet like she's high on cat urine.]
Vet: So, do you want the shot, then?
Savia: Uh...no.
I expected that she might say something like, "What if your cat gets out of the house and gets bitten?" which would be a reasonable argument.
But a bat flying into my house and attacking my cat? I mean, by that logic, I should be getting a rabies shot, myself. Chances are, the rogue bat would go for the tall creature first.
Note to the lady who is not my hot cowboy vet: trying to scare me with freak occurrences involving rabid bats is not going to help you sell your quota of rabies shots.
Franklin would kick that bat's ass, anyway.
