Do you recall the time I 'diagnosed' Livvy with an obscure tummy rot and RAN her into the vet for what turned out to be a hairball?

Or the time I forced Cassy to endure the series of tests for parasites/whatever when HIS nipples were lactating. (Who KNEW boy cats could lactate? It still sounds weird to me.... )

Maybe we should form a Paranoid Meowmies of Pet Talk club and get t-shirts and all... I sure qualify. (Hairballs can look like some unearthly, deformed, tummy rot thingy. Sometimes...)