Askew

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Punky's mood was much improved today. He was still pretty quiet, but you can just tell, you know?

Maybe you don't. 

His eyes were brighter, his whiskers were forward and his tail was aloft. Which brings me to his b*mhole.

I mean. I don't wish to be crass, but this is the life of cat parents. A happy cat with his tail in the air - the b*mhole is pretty much there. All the time. You can try to ignore it. You can try not to see it.

You can look away, but you know it is looking at you.

Punky has always been a very happy tail aloft sort of a cat and so he has a happy b*mhole too. "Hi!" it says. "How's it going?!?" And it is sort of smiley even though it actually looks like it is squinting at you.

The reason I'm giving you this much b*mhole detail is that it is Punky pre-op b*mhole detail. Post op, his b*mhole has CHANGED. 

The problem is in the way the tumour was positioned, and the way Warren the Vet had to apply stitches afterward. This has basically re-pointed the b*mhole. It now skews to the right. 

"Is it just me or is his b*mhole off-centre?" asked Caro. 

Warren the Vet confirmed this. "I had to be very careful back there," he admitted. "I wanted to make sure I got it all." 

We are unsure if - when Punky's muscle tissue regrows - this will make his b*mhole more central again. But I suppose it doesn't matter. Pooing to the right is a small price to pay for a happy cat. 

And he IS happy. The fact we see so much of his b*mhole is testament to this. 

S.

p.s. Meanwhile, here is Jasper sitting amongst his alyssum. He has made it quite flat by rolling about in it.