Right you evil bastards. This is the first sketch I've ever written in my pathtic life, so don't be as mean as you were to the beardy men. Also, I haven't got an ending, so I need help with an ending. Also, I have no idea how to lay it out, so deal with my terrible formatting.
INT- GP's office.
GP: I'm afraid it's bad news, Ms Nesbit.
MRS: Is.. is it the cancer again?
GP: No, I'm afraid it's more serious than that...
Given the symptoms you've mentioned:
Depression, confusions, being able to smell ammonia..
And your personal profile:
Female late 50s, unmarried..
I'm afraid, you've got a chronic case of... Cat Lady.
Ms: Gasps. What does this mean? Am I going to die?
GP: It is quite common for Cat Ladies at your stage to make a full
recovery. You're lucky we caught it early. At the moment you've only
got 8...
Ms: ...13
GP: 13 cats. The worst case I ever say was a woman with 752, all eating and
shitting within a 12 foot bedsit. They found them nesting in her
ribcage.
Ms: crying Oh my. What Can I do?
GP: It's a very simple procedure, Ms Nesbit. In order for you to make a
full recovery..
Ms: Yes?
GP: We've got to...
Ms leans in
BURN ALL OF YOUR CATS.
Ms: Even ... Prince Meowington?
GP: ESPECIALLY Prince Meiowington.