When guys bond

So I went to see a doctor I've never been today, just for an annual physical. In the course of idle chit-chat, it came out that we both have cats with the unusual name "Sneezer." This may sound like only a mildly interesting fact at best, but we bonded over this. How do I know? Well, despite the fact that various ominous acoutrements that accompany the final indignity of a guy's physical were proudly displayed behind him during the whole exam, he let me go without a rectal exam.

The moral: get a pet. A well-named cat will cover your butt.