We should be taking the taxi to the vet in three quarters of an hour.
There will be the usual battle with Lynettea's inept efforts to put me in my carrier. Then I will entertain the taxi driver with a song as we rush down the street, with Lynettea clinging to my carrier in the back seat. She hangs on the wires, because one of the drivers put the brakes on so sharply on one occasion that poor old Diamond was tumbled over in the cage. He wasn't well at the time, which made it even more distressing.
Yesterday, Lynettea was fastening my lead, while telling me she really loved me and I was safe with her and then managed to tread on me when she stood up. Of course she was very repentant, but my tail still hurt and I was very wary of staying near her.
I am not looking forward to this ordeal and thank my friends for their kind thoughts on my behalf.
I will make a full report as soon as I can.