So it started with Frontline Spot On, never his best day. Then, somehow, he managed to get entangled with a sticky fly strip. He flew, showing acts of athleticism and speed not previously noted, around the house and garden, yowling his unhappiness. I did manage to peel off the offending strip. Poor darling. Short of going to the v.e.t. , I think this must have been his worst day. He is asleep by me now.
In a lighthearted way, what is your cat's worst day?