I don't care that it's not a worm.

My little girl kitten named Jazz (or, Culprit, as we have recently sub-named her), has now infected me with ringworm.  Of course, I feel sorry for her and the fact that I have to douse her with antibiotic medicine twice a day.  And, I'm sorry that the vet is so stupidly expensive and I think they see dollar signs when I walk into the office.  And yeah, I'm definitely sorry that I have this weird circular rash on my neck and I couldn't get a doctor's appointment until Monday afternoon because I have to tutor all day Thursday and Friday.  But most of all?  I'm sorry that it's a fungus, because fungi are not fun.  Having an infestation of actual worms might sound more gross initially, but I can guarantee that the little worms would be easier to get banish.  Fungus is tough to beat, but I'll do it.  As soon as I can get to the doctor, that is...

Oh, and I have the hiccups too - an ailment completely unrelated to ringworm, other than that they're both making me semi-miserable right now.

But, Culprit is sitting on my lap and bouncing on my knee every time I hiccup, while looking at the computer screen and pawing at my hands.  Despite the patches of hairlessness, she's amazingly cute, and I can't possibly hold a little fungus against her...