Ah, PonyBoy. The cat of many surprises had yet another one up his sleeve last night.
We went back to the vet for a re-check. Eye? Looks good. Just continue with the sixty-dollars-a-month eyedrops, thankyouverymuch. Ears? Free of infection, if still gunky and in need of once-a-week cleanings, which should be entertaining. Temperature?
Well, the vet tech went to take his temperature and discovered he has ...
Oh sweet Mary Mother of God, the cat has a TAPEWORM.
Just KILL ME NOW.
You know what? At this point, I'm half expecting him to sprout rainbows out of his nose, because God knows HE'S GOT EVERYTHING ELSE.