Apr 1st, 2014
Our Doctor’s Surgery seemed to have converted itself to a Vet this morning.
I presume this is for an April Fool – but it would be even funnier to turn up with one of the cats in a box and say that he needed a worming tablet.
I don’t think the cats would find it fun though – they hate going to the vet. Touch wood they haven’t had to go from here yet because the nearest one is in Helensburgh, but at the old place Tora had ‘watch’ on his records after he gratuitously attacked several of the nurses. I used to think they must run off and hide when they heard he had an appointment because over the years he must have taken a good few chunks out of them.