Rarely Perfect.

Trip to Kirriemuir to take the kittens to the vet - second fly jab and micro-chipping. All went reasonably well with Spook (the female) taking it all without so much as a whimper. On the other hand Pogle, (the boy), squealed like a little pig. Needless to say the vet (also female) pointed out that he was just like a man.

Home again to find some tulips blooming in the garden. Not as perfect as the ones you buy, but wouldn't life be dull if everyone and everything was the same?