I took Tom and Flora to the vet for their annual booster vaccinations and it wasn’t a pleasant experience for any of us. First of all I turned up at the wrong vet. We always go to Cathkin vet, and I hadn’t looked at the email reminder carefully enough to notice that our appointment was in scope right. However, the pleasant vet in East Kilbride waited for us, examined the cats who were both fine, and give them their injections. I asked her to clip Flora’s claws because they seem particularly jaggy just now and she keeps getting them caught on things which must be annoying for her. I held her gently while the vet clipped her claws, but she was understandably horrified by what was happening because the noise that emanated from her small body was extremely loud and quite unearthly in quality; proper screaming. The people in the waiting room must’ve thought a murder was being committed. However, the job got done and I was home in time for lunch before going over to visit lovely Gran Jan for a wee afternoon coffee.
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