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First there was the puppy we got a few months ago that we thought was a boy. Only it turned out to be a girl.
Then I took two of our cats to be fixed this week. Wiggles, a long-haired black male, and Killer, a gray female tabby. I picked them up yesterday. The vet assistant started talking about the black female. I said, “What?” She said, “I think we got the sexes transposed when you brought them in and we made up their charts. We had it down that you said the black one was a male and the gray one was a female.” Transposed? Meaning not only were we wrong about Wiggles– “The black one is a female and the gray one is a male.”
::thunk::
I’m going to end up with 15 roosters, aren’t I?
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