Biding time

Poor Whisky isn't feeling quite himself. He visited the vet this morning (a fun ride in the taxi – Meow, mew, MEOOOOWWWW!!!!! [and repeat] – he hates the cat box) and he needs dental work. He'll return on Friday and, hopefully, he'll feel a lot better after a day or so. He's eating, but he's avoiding hard stuff, such as biscuits.

We noticed on CatCam* a week ago that he sometimes jumped after eating a few biscuits – which might be due to a sharp pain. He's now avoiding the biscuits altogether unless we soften them.

We relaxed after the vet trauma by chilling out at home in the sun. We wandered out for a game of table tennis at the local leisure centre, complete with passerby suggestions, "Smash it!" "Don't let him win!" Unfortunately, I didn't let Fred be the victor. He won despite all my efforts to win. Tch.

* we're monitoring who's eating Whisky's food via a motion-sensitive camera. It's fascinating. Jingly-Jangly cat comes in a lot, as does Mylo, while Whisky glares at them from the couch (his eyes glow in the infrared at night). So we're microchipping Whisky while he's having his teeth done and will fit a fancy-schmancy cat flap. Soon all Whisky's food should be his and his alone.