Home Again..

I am back at home. The Vet was kind enough to drop me home late this morning.

I am feeling much better. I am supposed to take tablets but I don't know if I will yet. We will see tomorrow when I am supposed to start on them. I might take them. I might not.

The Vet knows that it is not possible to force me to do things like take tablets and submit to flea treatment. I am a big cat and I am very very strong.

I have refused to have flea drops put on me for a whole year now. Everyone has just given up. They don't even try. Although, strangely enough, I do tend to wake up the day after flea treatment smelling just like the cats who have allowed that horrid stuff to be put on them. Maybe they rub against me when I am sleeping.

It isn't much fun when you come home smelling of The Vet. Cats hiss at you. Dogs crowd around poking and prodding with their noses. I don't think my German Shepherd recognises me at all. He won't give me any cuddles.

It doesn't matter though. I got lots of cuddles from Maggie and some extra food - it is a special diet but it isn't too bad really. Fearghus got shut in the bedroom for hissing at me.

Now I just cant wait for Matthew to come home.