In the other corner, the toddler: obsessed with potty training, and possessed of just enough general clue to be worried about the beloved kitty whose tail he can't resist pulling.
Well, that was a day.
Everyone's okay now. Even the vet is unscathed. I am, however, behind on the promised round of proofreading for slackerstalker's fabulous translations of Russian anthropology articles on the oral epic storytelling customs of nomadic Kazakh tribes. The cat threw up on my homework.