What a stink

Back blip for yesterday:

Whilst we were away I had had a reminder that Sky's vaccinations were due so we booked her in for a morning visit to the vet. 

As soon as she saw the cat carrier she ran away and we had a devil of a job getting her loaded. She really wasn't pleased and started howling as we carried her out to the car.

I got in the driving seat and Mr Flossmo in the passenger seat with the carrier on his knee. Two minutes down the road some very unpleasant smells started to emanate from the carrier. Thank goodness it has a solid bottom. Someone else didn't have a solid bottom though.

Fortunately there was no one in the waiting room at the vet's and we were quickly into the consulting room. 'I think your cat's had a little accident', the vet said. 'That was no accident', I replied. The carrier was sent for cleaning and it was returned with a clean towel and the soiled blanket sealed in a plastic bag.

Sky was duly weighed, injected, examined and pronounced fit and healthy except for gingivitis and a need for a teeth clean. The appointment was  made and the fee for the vaccination paid. We returned to the car. 

Hardly had we left the car park before little madam decided to vomit all over the clean towel. It was a smelly drive home. Now we truly know the meaning of a 'dirty protest'!   

Within a few minutes little madam was asleep on the sofa none the worse for her adventure. No so us as Mr Flossmo hosed out the carrier and I washed the blanket and towel. 

Who would have a cat?