At 7am this morning my cat was miserable, lethargic, immobile and not eating. I really thought she was dying. At 750 the vet answered his phone. She was in the clinic at 945. On the operating table at lunch time, and home at 7pm with a lampshade, a large bandage, her appetite back and a big spring in her step. And thank goodness for insurance. The vet in question is big, previously maligned chain. My cats have always had fabulous care from them.