The cat was limping this morning. Indeed it could be said that his front left leg was more “hanging there” than limping, so it was off to the vet as soon as possible. Turns out he has not broken anything, but the leg is mysteriously swollen. Two injections and a spell in the car have sorted him out. He is now stomping around rather groggily insisting he is perfectly all right thank you. He also wants to know how we can dare to go away on Friday and leave him to the tender mercies of a neighbour.
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages