Vaccinating the pussy

Work. Work. Work.

Dustings of snow – the first of the year, really. So of course, I have to take the cat to the vet. Somehow, in her wondrousness, Mrs. Ottawacker is very good at making appointments and then not being able to keep them. (This is, of course, monstrously unfair of me. But she’ll never read this!)

Tui is the unlucky cat. Spooked for some reason – not keen at all to see Dr Hopwood. He’s a good vet, a nice guy – the only white man I know to speak with a  genuine Jamaican accent – but has one massive flaw: he’s a Manchester United fan.

And Tui was only in for vaccinations.