What a day. Stinky was exhibiting signs of intestinal distress (to be delicate) and since she’s 16 years old, I didn’t think the news could possibly be good. So I took her to the vet, and after expensive testing, it was discovered that she’s literally just full of shit but otherwise healthy. She’ll outlive us all.
I took Linus and Oliver with me to go pick her up, but before we could leave, Linus needed to jump off the slide. As one will.