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Shooting the Breeze

Guess Where I Went

To the V-e-t, of course, when do I ever go anywhere else? Although Mummy did once trundle me around Petstock in my cat carrier on a trolley, but that was only because we were on the way back from the V-e-t.
I have to have more antibiotics for my eyes, and anti-inflammatory drops for my leg which has been sore. I wouldn't limp for the vet, so she grabbed my leg and manipulated it this way and that. I cried a little bit but otherwise was very acquiescent and the vet said I was a very placid, well behaved cat. I even put up with it when she blocked my left nostril to make me stop purring.
Mummy made sure to tell them no eye drops, so I don't have to suffer that horrible indignity again. I'm taking my medicine like a trouper as usual, so it's all good.

Eye troubles again

I went to the v-e-t on the weekend because my eyes were playing up again. The vet persuaded Mummy to try giving me eye drops, even though it said in my file that I'm not good to give drops to. I got an elephant stamp for being good at the vet as usual. Orkney said an elephant is the most appropriate stamp for me, I wonder what she meant?
Anyway, that evening Mummy crept up on me, seized my head and put drops in my eyes! I shut my eyes tight, jumped up and ran outside to roll on the concrete, which is something that always makes me feel better. I rolled and rolled and then I ran to the gate and sat there with my eyes still tightly shut. I wouldn't open them at all for at least ten minutes.
Mummy gave me another dose the next day and I struggled and cried and shut my eyes again for a long time. She says she's going to tell the vet no more eye drops. The antibiotics do the job without having to torture me as well.

We're still here

I'm disgusted that Mummy hasn't let us type in my diaries for so long, so I asked if I could have some typist time today.
It's been a busy and stressful start to our year so we apologise if we haven't kept up with our friends' doings as well as we would like. I won't bore you with all the details but Mummy has finally got some long-term work, only it seems to be the job from hell and sometimes she comes home looking as though she has been walloped by a sandbag. And speaking of sandbags we have of course had the horrible floods and rains Down Under. Luckily we were never in any real danger here, but it really was a miserable summer all around.
Since I last typed I have been to the vet a couple of times with my mucky eyes. The vet suggested Mummy try me on Lysine which she has done for several weeks, but she's taken me off it now because she felt it was making me lethargic and unwell. I've been off it for three days and I'm much more like my old self, only with mucky eyes again. :( Looks like I will have to have some more antibiotics. *sigh*