In fact, on Tuesday I thought he was heading for the Great Catflap in The Sky, and whisked him off to the vets, prepared for the worst - the Dignitas treatment.
During the journey, he perked up. On the treatment bench, he eyeballed the vet and his whole attitude said
Whatever you were going to do with that thermometer, change your mind NOW.
So the big jab became one long-lasting antibiotic and one painkiller. I left with a bottle of Metacam and a cat who can still do the killer stare.
And result! Tonight I came home to find a skinny black cat with attitude sat at the gate waiting. So I did what any grateful owner would do - put the collar back on. Oh yes, if he's up to playing outside he needs his Hi-Vis and flea collar.
He's skinny, perky and massively pissed off with the outfit.
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