The Jags

My Dear Fellow,

Pussycat #2 got rabies jag #2 today, hence the title. If it has put this song in your head, then "me too".

Jasper was not at all compliant. "He's like a kitty-contortionist" complained the vet as she tried to hold him. All she was doing was trying to listen to his heart, but he got himself into all sorts of positions.

After he got back from being poked and prodded, I went straight back out again to "go the messages". And while I was out, I wondered if Jasper thinks that's just what happens every time anyone leaves the flat. Does he think that every time I go out on my own it's to visit some strange lady and then pay to have her put me in odd positions and shove things up my bum?

I mean, obviously sometimes I do. But no. I've said too much.

Moving on. Today's picture is courtesy of Feefs. It is a nice piece of art she sent to Er Indoors for her birthday. Isn't that lovely?

And on the subject, it is Princess Normal's birthday today. I hope she's being SPOILT ROTTEN wherever she is.

El P.