There is nothing quite like starting New Year's Eve by holding your shaking-with-terror-but-abnormally-compliant cat while a vet presses out about a gallon (I kid, I kid, it was probably more like half a teaspoon) of bloody pus from his ear. Except maybe being told that if the swelling comes back, you'll have to do this yourself, twice a day, until
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