My plans to accompany Pearl the senior Birman pictured above to a medical appointment are thwarted by my own medical infallibilities for weeks until I finally make her an appointment for Thursday evening which I manage to keep . Result! The surgery is deserted and whilst I fiddle about in the street with parking tickets and the like , Nat and Pearl are ushered in , catching me on the hop and somewhat off guard.
So it seems then that our advice is that a bowk a day is good for cats and we should have no concerns about our skinny somewhat dishevelled looking Puss as she is spilled out onto the consulting table . Furballs all over the bed ? No problem, better out than in seeming to be the order of the day . Gloria too skinny ? Not a bit of it says our vet and declares our lady if anything " rather chunky " .
Whatever he has done ... nothing .. apart from relieving us of £20 consultation fee , fair enough I suppose , Pearl seems to have a new lease of life and is strutting round the place like a princess , enjoying the company of Alina aged four who is staying the night , helping her with her colouring -in, snuggling up to the greyhound , who will certainly be kept away from the vet as she would without a shadow of a doubt be declared obese!
Such is life .
Just as well Kitty is in rude health at all times . For one thing she would not countenance climbing into the carrier box and secondly she would not escape without a tummy tuck or a gastric band.