A Corner Turned

Today I was due to book Albert for a new assessment with a new Vet,
It was the day I had agreed to do something more proactive after his 2 weeks of fasting and lethargy


But as usual, animals have that unwavering ability to surprise you at the ninth hour, and true to form Albert has just  surprised me thirty minutes before I was due to pick up the phone to book him an appointment.
I had just sat down at the kitchen table after night shift this morning when Albert strode past the queue of dogs on the kitchen sofa with noticeable purpose and determination.
He climbed up onto the window ledge, pointed his skinny little bottom at a fairly astonished Mabel and let out a long and rather musical fart.
Satisfied with the noise, he then sniffed at the pile of untouched food in his food bowl, licked his lips and bolted down five or six huge mouthfuls with some gusto.


There's Panic buying at petrol stations all over the UK?
But the tiny Trelawnyd crisis of Albert the cat and his mystery illness
seems to be at an end