Custard, the cat allergic to mice but still insisting on catching them fell very ill late last week, with bad fur, dull eyes and the inability to keep any food down. This resulted in sleepless nights and several trips to the animal hospital and our local clinic. And a rather unhelpful vet.

Vet - Throwing up you say?
Sim - Yes - She hasn't kept food down for the last two days.
Vet - Maybe worms?
Sim - I dewormed her two weeks ago.
Vet - Hmmm - maybe it's the food?
Sim - Whiskas? She's been eating that all her life.
Vet - Probably hairballs then.
Sim - Here's a sample. Still warm. And no - there's no hair.

You would think that kind of attention to detail would be appreciated. But nay. She wasn't impressed.
Especially when Custard did her business over her whilst she tried to take her temperature.

Needless to say, Custard felt much better after that...