Murdo at the vet.

Wee Murdo's first day out, a trip to the vet for jabs, nail clipping and a hair trim so he can see who he is biting. He has to wait another week before he can be let loose on the world. (we are going stir crazy). Anyway he was a brave wee soldier, not a murmur, good as gold. He just looked at the other cats and dogs in the waiting room, no struggles, yapping or growling, just perfectly calm. We left him in the car alone for a quick visit to Tesco. We expected to come back to ...well, use your imagination. Again good as gold, no manic barking, sound asleep.

Then back home, he turned back into a Tasmanian devil.

Apologies for the low quality jejune offering but I was excited that he had stopped chewing my digits with razor sharp teeth, if only briefly.

He has bitten me twice just for using the word 'jejune'.