This is a perfectly normal thing for me to do; I spend a lot of time trying to make her put the computer down so I can sit in her lap. This last week I haven't had to stare--she felt bad for me so I got a lap anytime I wanted and she got no work done.
But this morning she looked at me and said, "Clearly, you feel all right, cat. Here I thought you were going to die, but apparently you just caught a bug."
I refuted that; I do not eat bugs.
But then she said the horrible, awful, no good thing: "You owe me $500 in vet bills, you little shit."
Well now. *I* did not ask her to take me to the stabby guy. *I* did not consent to the theft of my blood, and I certainly did not tell her that since they were already taking my blood, they might as well do the super-expensive send-to-an-outside-lab tests. No, that was all on her.
She can bill me if she wants, but I'm totally not paying.
And I'm still gonna make her get up in the middle of the night to feed me. That kinda power is GLORIOUS.