A cat friend of mine is getting on in years. He has a cataract in one eye and arthritis in his front right elbow. He lies pretty low most of the time, but still manages to get around and has bursts of energy that send him zipping through the house. Today I took him to the vet and left him there for some tests, including one for pancreatitis, which, I'm happy to report, came back negative. So he's there overnight and we'll check in on him again in the morning.
I asked the doctor whether he was being a good patient. She said he's sitting there watching them do their work. "It's a bit of a cat hotel here today," she said, "and he's one of the better behaved guests."
That's my little fella.