The Visit

Greetings, Fellow Felines (and C-a-n-i-n-e-s and Humans too)!

I had quite a scare today. At about half past two in the afternoon, Mummy shut me on the balcony. Shortly afterwards, the doorbell rang. Mummy went to open the front door and then she came to let me out  - and as she scooped me up in her arms so I couldn't escape, I saw who the Visitor was. 


Kitties - it was the V-E-T! And he had a horrid, sharp needle in his hand and he stabbed me with it! I was so frightened, kitties! The last time he was here, he stuck a needle into Pixie and then she flew away to the Bridge! Then Mummy put me down and I ran into the study, all the time expecting something dreadful to happen to Me. But it didn't. Mummy said that in all the anxiety and pain of losing Pixie last December, we had forgotten all about my Shots and so the V-E-T had come to administer them and, at the same time, to bring a new bag of my special Urinary diet. But I saw him give Mummy some Pills for me. Against worms, he said. Such Impurr-tinence! As if I would have worms! But the V-E-T said it's best to be on the safe side and since Mummy goes out every day and often meets Strange Cats, she could bring back some Virus or some Worms, unknowingly, on her clothes or her shoes.
Well, if She thinks I am going to take those pills, she will very soon learn the error of her ways! MOL.

Fellow Felines (etc.)! I don't think Mummy is as happy as I thought she would be about her impending retirement. She's been looking very worried of late - another reason why I was afraid the V-E-T was here to do something Bad to me. I thought it was Me she was so troubled about, but it seems I was wrong. I thought she would be so glad of the Opportunity to spend all of her time with Me, but she seems to be worried about having much less money than We are used to. Oh well - I must reassure her that I shan't mind not having Fancy Feast every day. The Important Thing is that we are together, her and I.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone!