I was rather worried that perhaps I'd put off the vaccines too long. Maybe the vet would say, "You are a horrible, evil person; if only you'd bothered to come last month. But now, thanks to your lassitude, your cat has rabies, AIDS, and pneumonia."
The vet took her temp, listened to her heart and lungs, checked her ears and paws, asked if I'd given her flea preparations (yes), then picked her up and hugged her and asked, "What's his name?"
"Uhm, it's ..."
"Billy. His name is Billy."
And the vet and her vet intern looked like they'd heard worse.
Then they showed me how to give Billy his pills for the next seven days. Tilt the head back and the mouth opens naturally, so pop it down the gullet.
I suppose now I have to retire certain nicknames -- Swiss Miss, Miss Peepers, and Sweet Girl. Though Jujube swings both ways, in my opinion.
Back home, I broke it to Albert that his best girl is actually his best boy. He doesn't seem to have a problem with that.