Seems to be the week for vet trips. Had to haul Raven kitty off last night, he picked up a tick on his recent 'holiday'... Now being my cat he can't get it on his belly or his chest which would be easy to reach and dispose of with the judicial application of vodka on a cotton bud (worked for my granfer for years, except he used granny's dandelion wine - similar alcohol content and astringent properties!) - no, he has to get his between his back toes... so deeply in that I'd've had to immerse his foot in voddy to get it out. So it's off to the vet with him. Now usually he's not too bad in his crate, but this time he howled and yowled and struggled like mad so I suspect his recent 'holiday' involved incarceration of some sort. The traffic also affected him badly. Consequently, he was in a foul mood when we got to the vets and made it know. Well, you can't say I didn't warn the vet... I tried my best to hold Raven kitty steady and still, but he's part Siamese and they're tougher than they look.... The tick was removed and the kitty annointed with Frontline pest control juice. We left after decluttering the wallet of a large amount of money (enough to buy 4 decent bottles of vodka) and the vet of a strip of skin off the back of his hand.

Still, at least we know Kitty's teeth are still OK.

LTS