Million Dollar Cat

Almost.

Thomas O'Toole here is one of the reasons that I am glad to see the back of this week.

Last Sunday Thomas did a resounding performance of a cat close to death's door. So convincing was this act that the services of an emegency out of hours vet was sort. £593.23 later Thomas made a miraculous, beyond the realms of medical science, jesus appearing on a piece of toast recovery. The vet was at a loss, firstly to explain what was wrong with him and secondly how he managed to recover from a cat they told me not to expect to come home.

At least he has the decency to look a little sheepish about it.





The *other* reason is that I have been referred to my local breast clinic as I have discovered an abnormality in my breast. Despite the doctor's assurances that at 33 I don't fit the dynamic for cancer and he's certain it's nothing sinister, the mind is a cruel and twisted place that convinces you that you won't get to see your children grow up.