That Mother could have picked a better day to take me to the V-E-T. It was raining when she carried me out to Ravi. And not just a gentle calming rain … this was bucketing down. And did she have a cover for the cage? Well avtually she did – but that’s not the point.
The V-E-Ts was filled with short mouth-breathers with no tails and snubbed in noses – and that’s just the humans. No that’s not entirely true but the only one I had any time for was Freddie the Vet I saw. He was lovely, he gave me a hug as I shivered on the cat scale (5.7) and called me a tiger – which means something coming from someone with the surname of Lam – and if it happens before they pin you down to trim your nails. No-one needs to be called a tiger – grrrrr, or a spitfire – while they’re having their nails done. Hmmmm … maybe that’s why M Kaz has someone else do it.
Nigella ... 