Chilling in the last of the evening light after an impromptu vet visit for cystitis. What can I say – it's been a few months, I missed the place! Vet John at least gave me snuggles before putting that bloody thermometer up my bottom, and he explained everything to the human who seemed reassured. I've had two dinners and some metacam, which tastes awful but apparently will make me feel better. Feel a bit bad as human was trying to have a gentle evening, but she has been so sad today that I thought maybe this would distract her?!