rejoicing 28 February 2011
There was whoopin and a-hollerin in my local vets this evening as I returned, after a break of nearly 2 years, with a cat in a box to be seen to. The rejoicing was redoubled when I broke the news that this cat in the box has a sister, so they now know they have a loyal customer back, possibly for some 20 years, barring acts of cat carnage the like of which we never want to see unless the cats are doing the carnaging and it’s just small toys (and the odd tea-cloth – v popular in this household this season for the old disembowelment practice). Already serious money has changed hands for a check-up and tonic for Miss Alice and they can’t WAIT to meet the monkey-creature, Brenda (though there’s not much wrong with her that PURE FUN won’t fix)…I’ll probably be carried shoulder high when I bring her in.
