This evening I picked up Portia from the vets.. now minus a couple of teeth and with a bandage round her leg.
'Feisty isn't she?!' says the vet nurse, revealing her shredded forearms. ' I think she is a tad cross with us still'
Peering into her wicker basket I come face to face with THE most pissed off tortoiseshell puddy tat EVER :O
She has let me know that she MAY forgive me eventually, given sufficient tuna and prawns. Have to say I am proud of her ..at nearly 17 everyone is still wary of her claws (now also clipped VERY short!) :D