I might have inadvertently stumbled upon a weight loss solution for Mum.  Let me explain.

On Easter Monday, I treated Mum and ‘Dad’ to a trip to the vets.  It wasn’t really my idea to go but I’d been feeling a bit off colour for a while and not eating so Mum was getting anxious.  A few weeks earlier, I’d hoicked up a massive hairball.  Some people call them ‘furballs’.  I’d thrown up my breakfast in preparation for the hairball’s exit and when it finally emerged, after a lot of ‘ack-ack-acking’ on my part, I stood back to admire my handiwork.

It was huge.  Mum said it was the biggest hairball she’d ever seen and at first, she thought it was a whole large mouse or something furry.  On closer inspection – still from a respectable distance – as she couldn’t see any legs or tails she realised what it was.

Although I felt better for not having that awful thing inside me, I felt rather weird and had to lie on the sofa for most of the day.  Mum kept trying to tempt me with odd titbits of food but I turned my head away.  This has gone on for a couple of weeks.  I do eat, now and then, but not as much as I would normally do.  And that was worrying Mum – which is why we went to the vets on Easter Monday.

The place stank of d-o-g when we arrived and my whiskers started to curl up at the ends in disgust.  I was the only feline there amongst 9 dogs in varying colours, breeds and sizes, some of which had their legs in the air while they licked furiously at their bits. Shouldn’t that sort of thing be done in private, I ask you?  Obviously, I had to announce my arrival to this ribble-rabble of assorted ne’er-do-wells.  I yelled at the top of my voice.  Laughter erupted from the humans attached to the other end of the smelly species while, I could tell, the smelly species were very impressed with my operatic arias. 

Mum and Dad sat down with me and we waited, and waited, and waited.  Finally, after two and a bit hours of waiting, it was my turn to see the vet.  He was Spanish, nice, and he gave me a cuddle while he listened to Mum giving an account of the hairball incident, the impressive dish-back of vomiting which preceded the hairball incident, and the lack of appetite since the hairball incident.

I could tell even he was amazed at my skills as he stroked my head and told me I was a beautiful boy.  He gave me four injections which didn’t exactly impress me one iota and I turned on him with yowl and a snap.  He kept smiling as the injections kept coming.  He was undeterred in his quest while I plotted revenge for a future visit.

Mum’s purse was relieved of roughly the equivalent of one week’s housekeeping money by way of the bill and Dad took me back to the car.  We’d been waiting for so long that Mum had to cross the road to a Costa to use their toilet!

Back home I leapt out of my basket and strode straight to the kitchen where my tail told Mum that I was not best pleased with how the afternoon had progressed.  To appease me, she put down a bowl of food.  To annoy her my tail swished faster as I turned away from the dish.  She picked it up and got a different flavour.  To my annoyance, I decided I was really rather peckish so I found myself eating it against my will.  Satisfied, Mum then got Gibbs some dinner as he was lurking nearby, wondering where we’d been all afternoon.  Once she was out of the way, I told Gibbs all about my adventures.  His whiskers flew to the ceiling in admiration. 

One perk of the hairball incident and not eating much was that I’d lost weight.  Spanish vet weighed me and said I’d lost a few pounds.  As I was slightly ‘overly fluffy’ those few pounds aren’t really going to be missed.  Perhaps to help Mum lose her weight, she should cough up a hairball or two!

See you next time

Love Casey and Gibbs xxx    

 

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