Feline Terpsichorean Shapes

A few weeks ago, our old girl Molly was diagnosed with hyper-thyroidism, a common condition amongst older cats, which results in a metabolism running way too fast, leading to weight loss and incessant demands for food, and an inability to chill. For an animal that likes to spend most of the daylight hours snoozing, the latter must be some burden!

Luckily the condition can be brought under control by a daily pill. Moll has now been on the pills for four weeks and today was her check up at the vet.  A blood test is taken to determine if the presrcibed pills are of the right dosage. Normally the blood is taken from an injection into one of the front legs.

Our Moll has always been a feisty little bugger, and B tells me that the vets couldn't keep her still for long enough to enable the blood to be drawn in the usual manner, so it was eventually taken from a back leg. Moll emerged from the treatment room with a bandage on her front leg where the aborted initial attempts had been made, and B, by now as traumatised as Moll, eventually got them both home an hour and a half after the appointment time!

While all this was going on I was in the local hospital having the final straightening cast removed from my wonky finger. Boy it's stiff....and so is the finger!" Boom boom.


 

Molly, The World's Loudest Small Ginger Cat © enjoys some relaxing sounds after shredding three vets



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So, our trees are, temporarily at least, safe from being sold to the French so they can build nuclear power stations and chemical weapons factories on the cleared land, or not. Probably an act of political expediency, but at least 500000 people signing a petition actually achieved something.
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PS - Ask your local Tory or LibDem MP what voluntary unpaid work they do in support of the Big Society. No, really, ask them. Their reply cannot be funnier than this:



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Have you ever watched Masterchef? No? Me neither, but the new series, promoted to BBC1 because of its popularity has at least 93 million viewers up in arms over the changed format that now involves the now dismayingly and increasingly obligatory public blubbing by relatives of the contestants, and X-Factor (nope, never watched that either) stylee humilation in front of a baying panel judges where the contestants are force fed bucket loads of their own culinary mess until they are sick. Some of these assertions might not be true.

As I say I've never watched nor am I likely to ever watch this programme, or the programme it now apes, so I make no comment!

Thank you and goodnight.
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