We returned from the vets around 7.30pm. Chris was A little bit non plussed because the belly pork I was cooking for supper had been fucked up because of the unplanned visit, and Albert was fucked off because the vet stuck a large needle into his paw to retrieve a large thorn!
In the seven years he's been with us, it's the very first time I have ever seen the usually sweet natured cat spit at anyone.
I have met the George Clooney Vet, the Russell Crowe vet and the Irish Coleen " potty mouth" vet so far, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that the senior " Hershel" vet was on duty tonight.
A pleasant old chap with a easy manner , I was reassured to see that Hershel clearly loved his patients.
There was nothing pedestrian about him, and he was all smiles .....it was reassuring that the smiles were aimed at Albert and not Chris and I.....
He was my sort of vet
And an hour later we were back at home bickering over cooked and cold pork!
As we bickered I opened the cat carrier and Winnie strode heavily forward and stuck her entire head into it.
Of all the dogs strangely enough, it is the selfish and demanding bulldog which has forged the closest bond with this skinny wide eyed little cat.
In Winnie's mind, her pack was complete again
And she was content.as she took in big gulps of Albert smell....