This afternoon James and I wrapped all of the Christmas presents in the lounge. James put on some Christmas music and lit the fire, and we had a very pleasant and productive time. Apart from one gift that I’m still waiting to be delivered, we have now purchased, wrapped and labelled every present. We have had most of our Christmas food delivered too, although we have a few bits and bobs to pick up.
Flora didn’t have such a nice day as we did. It was time for her annual jag so I took her to the vet just before lunch time. I got the cat basket down off the shelf very quietly so that she wouldn’t suspect, but she’s so clever that she knew something was up, and was just heading under our bed to hide when I managed to scoop her up and took her downstairs to the basket. We didn’t have to wait long at the vets; she got her jag and was declared healthy. She has not put on any more weight, which is good. The young vet gave her a couple of Dreamies after her jag, and she looked down at them and then up at the vet with absolute contempt, as if to say, “How dare you try to placate me with cat treats?” She was very glad to get home, and when Davie and Chanel arrived home from their Christmas shopping she snuggled into David’s lap.
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