Took The S.O.B. to the vet yesterday -- fever, coughing, miserable. Vet called this morning: come take him home, wanted to keep him here to see if he barfs, but he's refusing to eat. Well, of course he is. He may be sick, but he's WAY pissed off, too. There's only one thing he'll sink his teeth into when he's mad like this: someone's arm. Must run and get him -- rescuing not The S.O.B., but the vet.