Tempete and the V.E.T

This morning, like each morning Tempete is waiting outside by the hanger for his breakfast to come. Only this morning he was in for a shock as his breakfast didn't come only the humiliation of being put in a chicken crate. He didn't fit in the borrowed cat crate.

It was a n early start as he needed to be at the V.E.T's for 8.30am for a little booked in operation we have been waiting for. At 9 months old it was time for him to loose those bits to stop the many kittens you see around this rural part of France.

He wasn't best pleased, not sure if it was him missing breakfast or being in a chicken crate but he meowed all the way to the vets. Only to asked by the vet am I sure I want him castrated as his such a good looking cat and not the feral farm cat she was expecting. I was a little surprised as the vets is going under major building work to enlarge it and I think its going to be pretty posh, take your shoes off at the door sort of Jobie so thought she may need all the money she can get to pay for it although after thought prices may well go up after building work is complete. Not sure how the farmer/ paysanne/hunter will take it if they have to take their muddy boots off?

Since picking Tempete up this afternoon I think he may be sulking, he has to stay inside tonight downstairs so only hope we wont be meowing keeping us up. I took biscuits for the staff on his pick up as I may not be able to afford them once building work is completed and prices have gone up at least I may of got a pre posh surgery price of 40 Euros (cash) but maybe I shouldn't be shouting about that as everyone may want a deal*

* For the expats who may read this and use Huggie we have been with her since she started out 12 years ago, Milo was one of her first patients in her dinning room. Since then we have spent a lot of money, like a REAL lot of money on cows, pigs, sheep, dogs, cat and one pet rat but not donkeys - very cheap to keep and chickens - maybe expensive but they either meet their maker or go in the pot but I do know people who have taken chickens to Huggie. So I think it may be time for a petite remise, if only she done a loyalty card wed be well up!

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