tending wounds

Poor Jack had another trip to the vets today. When I got home from work he seemed fine, but after I'd done the school run he was limping badly. A quick trip to the vets, a little shave of his leg, two jabs, a few boxes of tablets and a big bill, and we are now back home. He has a bite on his back leg, which must be from our grumpy old ginger ratbag moggy other cat who has been in a horrible mood with Jack the last few days.

The weather is awful, so I won't have any trouble getting Jack to stay in. It was only Saturday night when both of my kids were sleeping outside.. not as a punishment. B was sleeping up a tree with her Venture Scout troop for a challenge and J went to a friends house and they decided to sleep in the garden with no tent. Mad kids :)