I drummed my fingers on the receptionist ’s desk in unease. There was a chemical smell all around me, seeping into my skin. A small brown dog was barking behind me, its owner looking defeated, repeating, “Stop it, Biscuit! Get down!” “That will be $245.65. How would you like to pay?” the receptionist asked. I paid the full amount by credit card. I would worry about how I would afford the mounting vet bills later. I looked at my small black cat, Mika, whom I’ve known since I was thirteen years old. She looked up at me innocently with her eerie and beautiful yellow eyes. “It’s okay, Mika” I petted her and she purred, the tip of her pink tongue lolling out of her lips. I sat on the bench with Mika on her cat bed sprawled on the floor in front of me. I looked at her shiny fur, her adorable whiskers, soft toe beans, and gorgeous little tail. She was the closest thing I’ve felt a maternal love fo