Quite some time has passed since my last post. I had a trip to the vet in the taxi and the brutal taxi driver swerved violently to go around a roundabout. My pet carrier cage tipped right over. I can't tell you how much this upset me. I have arthritis as it is, so you can imagine me being tumbled over and falling against the bars.
Lynettea told me later that she was very annoyed, but didn't say anything to the driver, who didn't seem to know where he was going. I think she was nervous of saying anything.
The vet took me into the BACK ROOM and gave me an enema, which is an insulting procedure. Although afterwards, when Lynettea said to me that I must feel refreshed and relieved I had to agree. She said she could hear my pathetic cries while she waited in the reception area.
I am still on my diet of fresh roast chicken every day. Lynettea says that the staff in the HOT CHICKEN SHOP always ask after me and how I am doing.
Today she carried me down the street to the house next door where my Irish Terrier friend Orla lives. Orla was so excited to see me again. She whirled around and around and then we touched noses briefly between the bars of her gate. Then Lynettea held me up so I could look over the top of the gate. Orla jumped up again and again to reach me, her tail waving.
Then I came back home and sat on the Snugglesafe, which was nice and warm.