My Mother's Cat

I took my mother's cat, Susie Q (hey, I didn't name her) to the vet yesterday for a check up. I'm not quite sure how to say this in a delicate manner, but Susie has an injured sphincter. It was that way when she strolled into my parents life, and every so often it causes her trouble. We really don't know what happened to her--animal attack, human cruelty--but instead of looking like the usual O that most cats have under their tails, she has an I there. Sometimes her glands don't express properly and so some lucky vet or tech gets to do the dirty deed. Susie is feeling much better now.

I take my mom and dad to their doctors and their cat to the vet. Am I lucky or what?