Poor Pio

This morning was all about Pio.

Cousteau and I took him to the vet's for his vaccination and check up. He is healthy, flea free and definitely has a wonky back leg. The vet is the one who rescued him in the first place when some dodgy character brought him and his sister in, saying they had been found on the side of the road.

Yea, right.

The vet took them on and found them homes. I have Pio from his temporary home. No one would really want to re-home him due to his 'disability'. The vet reckons it could have been from poor nutrition as a wee one or from him being squished at some point.

Still, it doesn't stop him from getting around and doesn't seem to bother him at all.

The vet was so taken with the wee man that she has offered to do any work that might be needed on his back leg for gratis. He's that much of a fighter and a wee character that pretty much everyone who meets him, loves him pretty much instantly.

Poor Pio, not because of his gammy leg, but because on Friday he has been booked in to lose his boys. I don't feel in the slightest bit guilty. A tom cat is definitely not on the list of pets I wish to have living in or near my property. Thank you very much.

He slept off his traumatic outing for most of the day and now, at nearly half past midnight, has decided to wake up.

Thank goodness I don't have to share a bedroom with him.

No, Cousteau has that particular 'pleasure'. Lucky him.

Night.