My 'The Her' was resting on her sleeping place and my 'The Him' has been fussing and not letting me near her. I was getting cross and very bored. The best way to relieve the former was to swipe my claws across his ankle...and run. The best way to relieve the latter was to take a walk to the village to see the gang.
I had only found young Thomas and had decided to go see what was on offer at the 'Fursty Ferret; in case they had decided to leave me a full salmon out again as an offering. They hadn't worse luck, but they had left open a clearway in the floor that looked very inviting even if it didn't smell that way. I had just led Thomas down the ramp to the dark when I heard the clip-clop of hooves. I thought it might be Tango, my 'The Hers' horse and walked to the ramp ready to climb again when all of a sudden a huge heavy barrel cam ...well, barrelling down and almost squashed me. I jumped back and then remembering who was behind me said “ And that's the move to make when they throw these down here” and down came another one. Just then a longlegs opened the inner clearway and Thomas and I darted through until we reached a set of stairs that obviously led to the inside of the Fursty Ferret. We climbed, and looking as nonchalant as possible left by the open clearway to the light.
I said farewell to Thomas and sent him home. Before I did the same though I heard a noise and decided to investigate. Turning round by the old buildings at the back of the pub is the place the longlegs keep chariots. One of them was there making strange noises at a pile of overturned boxes that I know make the chariots go. They had liquid like water coming from them and I stepped through it for a closer look. I must have stepped on a piece of glass for I felt it slice through my pad but then I noticed that all my pads felt on fire. It was hot and I couldn't help but groan. You should know Longlegs that we Superiors are brave but you would have groaned to if your pads felt like mine.
I ran home and I climbed in the clearway leaving a big red streak behind me, then one on 'The Hers' lying place and hen lots on the carpet when I went through for food. My feet really hurt but food is important. I heard a squeal behind me and then watched as my 'The Her' followed my bloody progress by red marks. 'The Him' came running when he heard her, I know he is concerned about her being ill but I'm hurt. She showed him the marks which he followed till he reached me.
Tutting she passed him a bag. It's a bag I hate, a bag they take me away in. Before I could bolt he gripped me and dropped me in the bag. I protested vociferously. I protested all the way to the vet and all the time I was in the vet's. One grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and held my two front legs while another washed my feet which still stung.~” Burned “ she said “ Very messy”. Whatever she put on stung worse. I moaned. “ Quiet” she said, “don't be such a baby.” She must have meant my 'the Him' because I moaned only because I was hurt. Washing over she stuck needle in me and gave 'The Him' some tablets...perhaps he has worms.?? They must hurt because I saw tears in his eyes as he took out something from his back pocket and handed her a fistful of paper money from it and let out a big groan too.
I was put back in my bag and started moaning to let him know he was hurting me, I was carried home. I sat on his chair to clean my wounds and looked at him just hard enough to let him know what would happen if he tried to move me. I was within reach of my 'the Her' so she was able to stroke me from where she was resting. He went and sat in my chair with a great sigh. I think I'm in the dog house again.
There we go superiors, we too have to see our own vets from time to time you know
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Comment: An ancient haiku:
in a perfect world
longlegs would kneel before cats
serving them with shoes