Bobcat
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>Your Duck is Dead--
>
>A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet
>on the table,
>the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
>
>After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your
>duck, Cuddles,
>has passed away."
>
>The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
>
>"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
>
>"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on
>him or
>anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
>
>The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few
>minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in
>amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination
>table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with
>sad eyes and shook his head.
>
>The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes
>later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately
>sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its
>head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
>
>The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most
>definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
>
>The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill,
>which he handed to the woman..
>
>The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just
>to tell me my duck is dead!"
>
>The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill
>would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."
>
>
>
>A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet
>on the table,
>the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.
>
>After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your
>duck, Cuddles,
>has passed away."
>
>The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
>
>"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
>
>"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on
>him or
>anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
>
>The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few
>minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in
>amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination
>table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with
>sad eyes and shook his head.
>
>The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes
>later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately
>sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its
>head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
>
>The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most
>definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
>
>The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill,
>which he handed to the woman..
>
>The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just
>to tell me my duck is dead!"
>
>The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill
>would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."
>
>
