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DenverIt's been an interesting (and painful) few weeks. 

I'm not normally political, but our politicians have been rushing around like headless chickens in something called a hung Parliament (which was the result of the Election). Mum says that is when no party has overall majority control. In fact, the only person who seemed to be calm after our Election was Larry, the 10 Downing Street cat - he walked out of Number 10 live on breakfast TV the next day, much to the TV presenters delight and promptly went off to visit the Treasury next door to find out if his job was safe. 

I've had Mum home for a week from work, that was lovely, but over all too quickly! Then we had a heatwave - phew, it got really hot, and it's not just you humans that get hot and bothered - our fur coats are wonderfully warm in winter, but in a heatwave - you can imagine how warm it gets.

Anyway, I went out during the heatwave and had a minor disagreement over territory with a local rival, who was also hot under the collar. I came back home feeling ok, but the next day I felt really weird - my left ear felt really strange and sore, so I wasn't up to eating very much - and Mum noticed. When I hadn't eaten all day, she phones You Know Who and the next thing - wow - I'm getting served up POUCH MEAT again for the first time in weeks! YUM YUM - I'd forgotten just how tasty wet pouch food can be. 

Two days later, I give an inward groan as the Transport Unit makes an appearance, and off we go to You Know Where for my weight check. The waiting area resembles a building site - they are making alterations, which does nothing to calm my nerves. 

At the weigh-in, I've lost a tiny bit more weight, so Mum and the Nurse discuss what to do (I'm too busy having my usual nose around). Mum picks me up to put me back in the TU - and notices a damp, spiky spot of fur under my left ear, which sometimes appears when I've been injured (you know, lots of grooming needed to keep it clean). She alerts the Nurse - and after a brief inspection, a big lump is discovered in my outer ear - from the minor disagreement no doubt. Next thing - OWWW - the lump is popped and a lot of stuff comes out, which is gently mopped up and my ear cleaned up. You Know Who comes in with a big needle - and I get an injection! Mum says it's something called antibiotics and they stop infection.

Mum then (inwardly) gets the needle when she is presented with the bill......................

Denver

 

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure