Choices, choices

This Wired story poses the question: if your cat needed a $9,000 kidney transplant, would you pay for it? What if it meant that you couldn’t pay your mortgage? All this for an 11-year-old cat. I don’t know whether to be touched by the loyalty or angered by the stupidity. If she just wanted to throw away nine grand, she could have donated it to a worthy cause– I mean, that’s a ton of money for pet medical care. I can imagine how this would play out at our house:
Me: Honey, the cat needs a kidney transplant or it’s going to die.
Wife: How much will that cost?
Me: About nine months’ worth of mortgage payments.
Wife: WHAT?!
David: Well, living in a cardboard box might not be so bad.
Thomas: Two rights don’t make a wrong. (Ed note: he says this at random intervals)
Wife: That’s as much as it’ll cost to replace the roof!
Me: Boys, living in a box means no more TiVo.
Chorus: Goodbye, cat; been nice knowing you.