Took Mirabelle in to the vet’s yesterday to have her neutered (on Topiary’s advice). It was just terrible, as she hated being in the basket and kept miaowing. And then we had to wait in the waiting room next to a v hostile man with a huge sweating pitbull. (He told me that the dog ate cats. Very tactful of him.)
Anyhoo, now Mirabelle has a plastic collar on to stop her biting the stitches. She really hates it. She spends a lot of time walking backwards and/or trying to jump up the bookcases and dislodging all my magazines and books. It looks so horrid that I’ve been and bought some lace and ribbons and glitter to make it prettier.
I was talking about this to Rache who isn’t very sympathetic. Her awful cat (Oskar) started limping a while ago so she had to take him in to have a plaster-cast. An hour after getting home he had bitten it off. So she had to take him back, and get another one. They told her to keep him in a confined space, so she put him in the downstairs loo, and an hour after putting him in there she opened the door and found he’s bitten it off AGAIN. So then she had to keep him in a cage thingy they lent her. And he kept peeing through the bars at her. So I suppose I’m lucky with Mirabelle, who is just ceaselessly (night and day) stumbling around in her collar, knocking things over.
Every time I pass the stairs now I look so see if there’s a man sitting underneath but of course there never is, so I must have misheard what the Japanese student said.
