Meet Dr. Amy Arroyo
Since we recently heard from that dog named “Mama”, Dr. Trendelman’s four-legged love, it’s time for the real pet species to have a voice. Let’s face it. Cats rule the world. Am I right?
My name is Finnegan and my human is Superwoman. You know her as Dr. Amy Arroyo, the adorable clinic fashionista who wears heels to work and makes the rest of you appear weak. She is my love.
Growing up, Dr. Arroyo was called “Squirt’ by her father, which is such a cute nickname, don’t ya think? Dr. A knew she wanted to be a veterinarian ever since she started taking care of her sick stuffed animals when she was young. That is until she realized how amazing felines are. Her all time favorite animal is an elephant (eye-roll) and a close second is sea otters (another eye-roll) but then she met me. I’m an orange tabby and now Dr. A is known the “crazy cat lady” because she is crazy about me…and my species. (praise paws 🐾)
On top of all her wonderful qualities, she has hopped, skipped, and lived all over the country (AL, IL, NY, FL, WA, and finally NC)! When asked where the coolest place Dr. A has ever traveled to, her response is Granada, Nicaragua for low cost spay and neuter procedures. Seriously? She apparently did not care about the mountain views or beaches while she was there. But again, she is a doctor and all..
There are a few other things I love about my human. She LOVES peanut butter and one would argue that she loves it maybe a little too much, except for Wyatt. Who’s Wyatt? He is the lesser of all species and my brother. Wyatt is a silly black Labrador who I affectionately tolerate when Dr. A is home. When she is gone, well, we do have lots of fun but we don’t tell all our secrets.
When Dr A. is home and giving us her undivided attention, she loves to listen to music and her go-to karaoke song would be anything by Shania Twain or the Dixie Chicks. I personally like Mozart but I don’t get to choose the station. Oh,and her favorite holiday is Christmas because she loves the twinkling lights, trees, and ornaments. But once the holidays have passed, bring on the warm weather as she is ready for summer to return! Me? I don’t care. I’m a stay-inside-kind-of-cat.
Next time you stop by the clinic for a visit, check out her shoes and don’t forget to ask about Wyatt and I. I’m sure she will have story to tell. And I can promise you this: it was Wyatt’s fault. Silly Labrador. (eye-roll)