The important things

Spain the Cat went to the vet today, not out of any terror for her life or anything, but because she'd been acting very uncomfortable and scratchy ever since I got back from Kentucky. I caught her chewing at a couple of skin-tag-thingies (which we already knew about), and they seemed to have grown; so off to ye old doc's office she went as a precautionary measure.

I tweeted about this, and people had questions, so here's the rundown. For starters, she has fleas. And for finishers, her...