Picture is not me, it's some other poor cat at the vet
I had to have an injection at the vet for a personal problem that need not concern you. Suffice it to say, all is fine.
Now the old man and old woman are spoiling me. Grateful though I am for their concern at my indignity at the hands of Mad Needle Man, I thought I could still make capital out of the situation.
I’m actually feeling pretty well but I have finally perfected the ‘I’m feeling really poorly’ look and I thought today was a good time to try it out.
I dragged myself up onto the sofa and then lay there with my eyes open.
The old man picked me up and I flopped in his arms.
‘Do you think she’s all right?’ he asked.
The old woman looked worried.
‘I hope she’s not allergic to the jabs,’ she said. ‘I’ll see if she’ll eat.’
She brought in a handful of fresh prawns. I ate them in 10 seconds flat and meowed for more. She eyed me suspiciously.
‘Mmm, she seems to be bearing up remarkably well,’ she said.
'Yes, a remarkable appetite for a cat lying at death's door,' said the old man.
Has anyone ever told them sarcasm is the lowest form of wit?
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