A man brought a very limp cat into the veterinary clinic. As he laid the cat on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope, and listened to the cat’s chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, “I’m sorry, but your cat has passed away.”
“What?” screamed the man. “How can you tell? You haven’t done any testing on him or anything. I want another opinion!”
With that, the vet turned and left the room. In a few moments, he returned with a Labrador Retriever. The Retriever went right to work, sniffing the poor cat on the table and checking him out thoroughly. After a considerable amount of sniffing, the Retriever sadly shook his head and said, “Woof.”
The vet then took the Labrador out and returned in a few moments with a cat, which walked around the poor cat on the table several times and then sadly shook his head and said, “Meow.” He then jumped off the table and ran out of the room. The veterinarian said, “There’s nothing more I can do.” He handed the man a bill for $600.
The cat’s owner was irate. “$600! Just to tell me my cat is dead? This is outrageous!”
The vet shook his head sadly and explained, “If you had taken my word for it, the cost would have been considerably less,… but with the lab work and the cat scan…”