Marley the cat woke me up yesterday morning with what could only be described as a bloody bum. One quick and relatively cheap visit to the vet (I say relatively because it was less than I thought it would be. Not that is was cheap.) it looks like he had been in a fight, and had gotten a claw to the bum.
For the next four days, I need to apply a cream to the area.
Yes, you've read that correctly. I have to rub cream into my cats bum. (I should have started yesterday, but I didn't have any gloves. Now, I have gloves.) I have no idea who is more embarrassed by this; me or the cat. I've done the first one today about half an hour ago; neither the cat or I are making direct eye contact with each other.
I'm incredibly glad it wasn't something more serious than a wayward claw, but its moments like these I really believe my purpose in life is to have incredibly weird and amusing (to others) things happen to me to bring joy to people's lives.