Ashes

A trip to the vets first thing for the cat's MOT and booster. Whilst there I learned that I appear to be living with a feline Dorian Gray after the vet pronounced him to look 'half his age.' (he's 13)

I also amused the nurses by enquiring what type of animal was in the box (looked like a cake box) that a lady had come in to collect - was it a tortoise? No. No it was her dog's ashes.

I was mortified. And relieved that I hadn't asked whilst the lady was there.