The Stripey Saga continues. This is how he looked by the time he was due for a check-up today, which we duly went for.
Vet looked, poked and said it seemed ok, then took him off for a more indepth poke and said it wasn’t ok after all and that she’s going to have to cut a lemon in his face.
Me: That doesn’t sound very safe. Why not use a cutting board. And moreover, the lemon juice will sting his wound.
Vet: I won’t be using an actual lemon for this procedure. It’s more a lemonalagy for the shape he’ll be left without by the time I head for my G&T with a slice of lemon.
Me: Stripey lemon?
Vet: No, lemon lemon. Ok, go home now and give me three days to remodel your cat into a cocktail.
This conversation does not reflect the actual words that anyone used at any stage during this consultation.