Was that M Kaz crying into her bowl of frozen pineapple chunks this morning? Between her sniffles I think I made out the words ‘there aren’t any more … there aren’t any more’. It’s pretty sad. It’s only pineapple chunks for goodness sake. ‘No, not just pineapple chunks – frozen pineapple chunks!’ I heard M Kaz saying (read: weeping) a little while later. It seems that Aldi has stopped selling their ‘LIMITED TIME ONLY’ frozen pineapple chunks and it may be months before they start selling them again – if at all. M Kaz has tried them from other supermarkets, but they are just not the same.
To cheer M Kaz up this afternoon I let her take me to the vet so they could do my nails. It has been a while so M Kaz will be very relieved that her legs won’t have to endure so many lacerations when I am kissing and cuddling her. While we were there, the vet also checked that bare patch of skin under my neck and she wasn’t concerned about it. The good news is that whiIe I still do have my heart murmur, it doesn’t seem to have progressed past the level 3 it’s been sitting on since it was first diagnosed nearly five years ago.
The vet is concerned a little about my teeth and she have booked me in for a treatment later this month. They are also planning to have the Mummies sedate me before my appointment so they can finally get close enough to me to do those blood tests I have kicked and screamed about the last few times I’ve been there: the word ‘Spitfire’ had been mentioned.
That’s all changed now though (not the spitfire bit). Not long after we’d gotten home, M Kaz received a phone call from the vet saying that since I hadn’t had a blood test for a while, she wasn’t prepared to do my teeth until they can confirm was going on with my heart. No, a blood test won’t do. I have to see a cardiologist. So I no longer have an appointment to have my teeth done but M Kaz does have the name and number for Geoff so she can arrange for my ECG. I’m not that keen on going down that track so I’m going to ask M Kaz if she can ring Aunty Madeleine (she’s a vet too) and see what she says. Failing that, I think I am going to insist that those Mummies get a second (or third) opinion.
Nigella ... 