Revenge

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It’s interesting how much information can be given just by changing the colour of a background. Here we are at the vets and it has its walls painted in that institutional medical green colour. Add in a few stainless steel bits of furniture and a table enamelled in an equally unflattering beige and voila, you have one vet’s office.

Cholmondeley was the best at causing chaos at the vets if he was left alone. He once jumped up onto the vet’s desk and managed to crash the surgery’s entire computer network with a few well aimed paw taps.

“Isn’t that Jones?…”

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Pardon me for decending to matters below the waist, but this is really important to cats. I have never seen an expression quite so affronted on a cat (and quite as funny either) as whenever the vet took the real Smudge’s temperature.

Of course, I don’t know why cats would gossip like that anyway. Surely they’ve all had to put up with thermometers up their bums!

Reaction

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Time to start playing catch-up on the blog again! Here the storyline takes a left turn into something completely different. Anyone who has had to take a reluctant cat to the vets will understand this…