Warning: Discussion of feline bodily fluids. Feel free to skip this post.
So, I come home from vacation last night and MIL tells me that our cat Pirate is bleeding, but she can't tell what's wrong. He's leaving little droplets of blood on her bedspread and elsewhere. I call the vet to ask what to do. The vet has me driving all over town to find aquarium gravel to put in the litter box and wants me to collect his urine and study his stools. This all sounds like so much fun, I can't even tell you.
When I'm checking on him this afternoon, Pirate sneezes and sprays little drops of blood all over my bed. OK, at least I know which part of his body it's coming from. I call the vet back, only to have the office tell me she's gone for the day and can't see me til Monday. But they recommend I take the cat to the vet hospital at the university. It's considered an emergency visit, so it costs me $160 bucks just for the initial visit.

I do it anyway, cuz I love my kitties and the boys are freaking just a little and the cat is making a mess of my house. After several tests, the vet determines that Pirate has a laceration on the inside of his nose (probably from rough-housing with his brother). They close it up with surgical glue and I'm on my way $172 poorer. And this took up my entire afternoon I was supposed to be getting the house ready for Easter company. Oh, well.
Oh, and in the middle of trying to figure out what is wrong with the cat, I discover that the lovely cyclamen plant MIL has purchased to welcome us home is poisonous to cats. And it goes without saying that the kitties have been chewing on the leaves. The plant went to the neighbors.