George is at the vets' at the moment.
When we took him in at 8.30, they said to call at lunchtime to find out when we could pick him up. At 11.05 our phone rang. I stared at it for a moment then answered it cautiously, 'Helllooo.'
'Hello, this is Tawe Vets.' Oh flippity flip flop, my heart did a bungee-jump towards the floor: why are they phoning me? Something's happened! Oh no ...
'George has had his operation and you can pick him up in about an hour.'
Heart sprang up again through my mouth towards the sky.
'Okay,' I squeaked.
Last night on the phone to Husband we were talking about George's pending operation.
'I shall tell him it's your fault,' Husband said.
'You agreed we should!'
'I didn't really agree. I didn't think we should but you seemed set on it.'
Then coming out of the vets' after leaving george there this morning Younger Son said, 'I've always said he didn't need this operation.'
Oh that's right, just put the blame on me!
5 comments:
George will be asking for food soon!
It might make G more amenable and stop running you ragged.
Male solidarity!
Don't you feel evil when you leave the poor things with the vet? When I left our tiny black kitten I cried all the way home! OK, I was in early pregnancy at the time, and very emotional, but still .....
I'm glad he's ok. Perhaps it'll calm him down a little bit and stop him eating the furniture. Then again, when my cat, Leo, had his op, it made no difference :(,
I know just how you feel, Liz!
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