Friday 8 February 2002

We're all going to the vets tomorrow..



In fact we've been really. It was the innoculation visit.

We left the rescue with Mr. B just starting the regime. I thought it was because they were cheapskates but animals have to have some preparation of their immune systems (humans too for all I know), so the jabs he had were good only for 3-4 weeks. As those may have brought on some mild 'flu like symptoms we were a bit concerned. [Diversion: there seems to be a backlash against vaccinations at the moment in England: there are all the indications that hysteria is breaking out about MMR for children. When I spoke about Binks to a colleague I could tell from her vehemence that this was the agenda despite her confining comments to cats]

But Binks seems to have had far less trouble with this set than the previous and though he may have been a touch below par yesterday - about the same number of days as after the preparatory innoculations - he's back to normal fun and games.

That was another 40GBP to his account (to be added to 60 'donation' for his release, 20 food so far and 30 for the climbing frame). he's also been insured at 5.75GBP per month. I once knew a man who said 'a dog or a cat cost a thousand pounds over its lifetime' and expected the observation to surprise. I think he must have updated his estimates by now.

Wednesday 6 February 2002

Wet Weekend



The east coast was not for the faint-hearted. Or hat wearers.

This is much later than I wanted but I'm glad to say not an indication of anything amiss. Binks only got to go out very briefly before the weather closed in on the Sunday (Saturday was uniformly grim) so he's still very much an indoor cat. In fact I'm getting a little worried about the inevitable time when he does gain control over his own comings and goings but that's a little way off, we have to get over escorting him first.

He acquitted himself very well throughout; after only complaining mildly during the early part of the (two hour) journey, he settled down very well. And quiet too. Likewise when he got to the cottage settling into the new geography well. He seems harder to discipline here; at home we've managed to stop him getting up onto work surfaces with some success but in the country it is another matter.