Stupid cat. Why can't he pass a little tiny microscopic crystal when he has to go potty? Why does there have to be a record breaking snow storm making our lives crazy at the same time? Why do the vets charge so darn much money to cure a cat but make it a bargain to have "the shot"? Why do we love our pets so much that we are willing to cough up an obscene amount of money to save their lives? Why don't I post the picture of my cat's bare butt on here? (I have the answer to that one, I am afraid you all will finally figure out just how crazy I am if I did that, especially considering I took the picture. I thought it was funny, it made him look like a cowboy wearin' chaps.) So, Shaggy almost died a couple of weeks back, he had crystals in his urine, it turned into an actual emergency and we decided to have him "re-routed" so to speak. He no longer has real boy parts, as a matter of fact, in many ways he functions more like a girl down there now. I asked Scott if we have to hang a rainbow flag or bumper sticker now. Anyway, I think I may call him Shagalina now. Stupid cat.