Cat-astrophe seemingly averted

I have two cats. Wolfie was my wife's cat, and the one who was sick yesterday. I also have 'my cat' Zorro. Wolfie hissed exactly one time during our whole trip to the vet today. But he came home smelling like sub-dermal fluid, and now Zorro will not shut up! He's such a little whiner, Zorro is taking it way worse than Wolfie did, and Zorro didn't even leave the house!

I say that Wolfie was sick yesterday, only because he's not showing any symptoms today. I got some blood drawn for analysis, but his vitals all seemed strong. I should know tomorrow. But in the meantime, for the first time in more than half a decade, I have homework! I have been deputized by the veterinarian as Official Crap Collector! Which sounds like fun, I know, except that I have to somehow divine which poop belongs to Wolfie for sampling. To quote Courage the Cowardly Dog: "the things I do for love."

All things considered, I'm less worried than yesterday. Now, the blood work could still, in fact, reveal Quadruple Purple Lupus or Feline-Swine-Bird-Wombat Flu. But he hasn't vomited at all since lucky number eight at about 10:00 PM last night. So I feel safe returning to my normal, cynically optimistic state. Although Zorro still needs to come to terms with the fact that his roommate smells funny (and if it bothers him so much, there are two other floors of house to fuck off to).