As you know Charlie my cat is sick. So this morning after being greeted with a couple of hisses & a spit ( my usual foreplay from Kath) I took him to the vets again.
The poor fella, I wish he could speak with me & tell me just what it is that's troubling him, I feel utterly hopeless in my attempts to help him. Taking hold of him by the scruff of the neck I gently put him in the cat box & went to see the unfortunately named Dr Fox (the vet).
Once there Charlie was inspected, injected & then rejected (in a manner of speaking). He had his leg prodded,tummy felt for lumps, his balls felt & the final indignity-a thermometer stuck up his arse.
All it appears was/is normal. The possible conclusion was that (as usual) his sickness is possibly due to a fight. He may have a would that is infected ? on/near his back thigh that is infected under the skin-ugh!!
Anyways, he was given an antibiotic injection, a script for some more analgesics & the instruction to bring him back in 2/52 for a blood test.
Then.....as if in an act of passive protest Charlie pisses on the floor of the examination room!! Thats my boy!!
All this cost me £53.60p....but there is no price on love is there?
The poor fella, I wish he could speak with me & tell me just what it is that's troubling him, I feel utterly hopeless in my attempts to help him. Taking hold of him by the scruff of the neck I gently put him in the cat box & went to see the unfortunately named Dr Fox (the vet).
Once there Charlie was inspected, injected & then rejected (in a manner of speaking). He had his leg prodded,tummy felt for lumps, his balls felt & the final indignity-a thermometer stuck up his arse.
All it appears was/is normal. The possible conclusion was that (as usual) his sickness is possibly due to a fight. He may have a would that is infected ? on/near his back thigh that is infected under the skin-ugh!!
Anyways, he was given an antibiotic injection, a script for some more analgesics & the instruction to bring him back in 2/52 for a blood test.
Then.....as if in an act of passive protest Charlie pisses on the floor of the examination room!! Thats my boy!!
All this cost me £53.60p....but there is no price on love is there?