He is a fine Lad!

Tense morning today with a vet appointment in the diary.  The cat basket is well hidden, but they immediately sense something is going on when the kitchen door is closed while they eat their breakfast.  Once the food is finished, they set about trying to catch my attention with cute head tipping in the direction of the closed door.  When that doesn't work, trying to trip me up tactics are employed, so I sit down!

We have an hour to wait until the appointment and the rest of the time is spent in 'wet play' mode, which means chasing each other up and down the stairs like a couple of kittens!  That is better than scratching the carpet or desperately mewing, I now have to decide which one to take as I can only carry one basket from the car to the vet.  

I decide upon Oliver who is usually the most difficult and distract him with a couple of 'Dreamies' treats before swiftly transporting him into the basket and closing the door before he could think. A loud hiss let me know I was not popular, but no time to hang about.   I got him strapped into the front seat and covered the top of the basket with a towel, hoping that not being able to see the scenery flash past would make him feel better than usual.

Lots of kind words as we set off, smooth driving and listening to me babble on about my views on what Boris Johnson was talking about, managed to calm him down and he did not fret as much as usual.

The waiting room in the vet is always a place for a giggle as the Great Dane dog called 'Fetch' catches the eye of a fluffy little cat, who in turn has his eyes fixed on the pretty coloured fish.  Oliver didn't have time to enjoy much of the wildlife as we were called in immediately.  The animals seem to relax as soon as the vet touches them, they must sense the caring touch.  A thorough check over and a shot of the annual booster jab, the ordeal was over and he was passed as a very fine young Lad.

I think he actually enjoyed the car journey home, comfortable in his pile of blankets. Maybe it was the engaging tone of Vanessa Feltz chatting on the radio that made him look utterly relaxed and no howls at all, he was in no hurry to get out.

Fred was happy to see his brother home and off they went for a morning of adventure, unaware it will be his turn next week.