A picture of rare serenity - the cats, that is, not the neighbourhood.
The Monster and the Terror returned home from the vet, quiet and subdued. Must be the side effects of the vaccination, or could it be post-traumatic sulking sydrome? Heheh ... Usually, no amount of remonstrations or brandishing of the cane could have achieved such an effect, we enjoyed the "peace" in the house while it lasted ...
As expected, Kootoo Monster took his jab like an angel, he didn't flinch at all. Papa Porky thinks it's because Kootoo is too fat to feel the poking needle. Well, tipping the scales at 5.5 kilograms, I must say he is a bit on the round side.
As for Muffin Terror, let's just say that he could have be a dramatist in his previous life. He hissed, spat and swiped at the vet and her never-say-die assistant, who tried holding him in various positions for the jab. They finally succeeded by holding him by the scruff. Although the vet reassured us that Muffin wasn't the worst case she has come across so far, I am pretty sure she was glad that she wouldn't be seeing him for jabs till a year later!
I may be small, but I pack a punch!
Cat quote of the day:
Only cat lovers know the luxury of fur-coated, musical hot water bottles that never go cold.
- Susanne Millen