The wife tortured, bought a cat, and now says that he rarely goes to the toilet, probably sick, asks the veterinarian to bring.
Call the ADHD.
XX: He’s like a designer, not a veterinarian... I’m afraid of him.
UUU: I flew to Turkey last year, left the keys of the house to Hell to burn flowers and feed the cat. Until now, my grey cat can’t break out of horror.