About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to VCA Castle Hills with a crate of rare tropical fish. As he approached the door, he heard a strange noise coming from inside—a low, rhythmic humming that seemed almost musical. Curious, he cracked open the door just enough for a peek—and there, in the dim light, was an old cat, sitting regally on his haunch, gently swaying its tail to the rhythm. The delivery man smiled, realizing it was just an overly enthusiastic feline conductor. He left the fish and quietly closed the door, never mentioning the incident to anyone—except maybe a neighbor later that week over a beer.
2. Early in the morning, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to VCA Castle Hills with a crate full of anxious puppies. As he opened the back door, one little bundle wriggled free and scurried towards the nearby park. The next day, a regular jogger spotted a tiny paw prints leading from the park entrance. Following them, she found a sleepy puppy dozing under a bench. Turns out, our intrepid escapee had made friends with some squirrels and was happily napping until his owner came to collect him. The end—sort of.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to VCA Castle Hills with a box of emergency supplies. The air outside was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, almost floral odor that lingered just beyond the door. As he approached the clinic, the sound of soft, rhythmic purring grew louder, seeming to come from inside. Curious, the delivery driver cracked open the door—only to be greeted by dozens of content cats rubbing against his legs. It turned out the scent was perfume from a neighboring boutique, accidentally left open during their late-night inventory. With a smile, the vet tech joked, ‘Welcome to VCA Castle Hills—where even deliveries are catnip!’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to VCA Castle Hills with a box of mysterious pills. The receptionist glanced curiously as he whispered something into the phone and quickly left, never explaining what those pills were for. The next morning, when the vet was opening the clinic, she found the box empty except for a tiny note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, had to feed my dragon.’ A few days later, a neighbor dropped off some extra treats for the animals, explaining it was from their new pet unicorn.’