I'm on megapills with another op scheduled for next week, my leg's gone septic again. Bah. Mr C refused breakfast (had a chew instead) and is now Upon Me Purring. Purring and eyeing the chews.
I wish for the aesthetic and sensual soul of Leroy. He's loving it.
I had to do Mr C's claws before Xmas C, it was memorable. The vet refuses 'after last time'. In the end pet and self did my toenails first, to give him the idea, and spent the next three days chasing each other round the flat, me brandishing those fantastic industrial boltcutters for the middle aged.