Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

The cat had his yearly check up today and passed with flying colours. The vet was very impressed with him and totally charmed by the furball, who was a doll to handle as usual. He just curls up miserably as close to me as he can get and lets the vet do what she wants :) Mind you, you should have heard the heart-rending yowling when I put him into the carrier to take him to the vets. Deary me, it was piteous!

Anyway, apart from a slight touch of conjunctivitis, caused by what the vet thinks is a blocked tear duct, the furball is in marvellous health for a cat galloping towards 12. He got his booster shots and a worming tablet, plus some stuff for his eye (he WILL be pleased - eye drops twice a day for a week :P) and the vet gave me some good advice about what sort of diet I should be feeding him.

I expected he wouldn't speak to me for hours when I got him home but within 10 minutes, he was next to me on the sofa, demanding fuss and attention. He's such a cutie *beams and scritches the curled up furball*