The Boys Step Out

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess,

Punky has bad breath. There, I've said it. He yawned on Caro the other day and she nearly passed out. So a vet visit was in order.

Jaspercat, who didn't yawn on ANYBODY, was unfortunate enough to be a cat in the vicinity of Punky, and so he too got dragged into the affair.

Caro and me stuffed the boys into sacks and took them up to Kelburn Vets, where the very nice lady vet checked them out. It turns out that Punky will need to have his teeth cleaned (hence the moggie-breath). Jasper, on the other hand, is a little tubby hairball. That's not quite how the vet put it, but she mentioned Jasper MIGHT JUST want to lose a kilo. Or so.

Like father, like son.

So that was that. Both the lads got a needle in the bum and are now covered until the next time. Punky is going to get booked in for his dental work, and Jasper is on half-rations of biscuits. 

Responsible pet-owner box. Ticked.

S.