Tonight Fluffy and I spent some time in the LCM emergency room after she swallowed a gobstopper and was convinced it was still stuck in her throat. It wasn't stuck. Or maybe it was and it unstuck itself by the time we saw the doctor (1-1/2 hours after we first arrived).
Her doctor was kind of a fluffy Dr. McDreamy. I mean, he was kind of cute (even though Fluffy didn't think so) and he had kind of wavy, fluffy hair. But the real impression he left on us was right before we left when he walked out of an exam room into the hallway, held up his rubber-gloved hands and clapped them, and exclaimed in a way too fluffy voice, "Okay, I'm sterile now!"