Just got back from the vet with Tunch, and boy was that fun.
Tunch, it turns out, does not like rectal thermometers.
I just watched my normally docile cat turn into a snarling, hissing, growling beast straight out of Stephen King’s Pet Cemetary.
Bastard even bit me (and the doctor, and the attendant).
My response- take him home and give him tuna. Man do these animals have us wrapped around their damned fingers.

