You all probably know my sweet British cat Theo by now.
But you may not know that last week he gave us a bit of a scare. He developed a block in his intestines and we rushed him to his vet for treatment.
Yesterday we took him back to the vet for a follow up check-up and he got the all clear stamp of approval.
This is the look he gave me as soon as he got let out of the cat basket back at home. (I think he gave me the middle claw on his way out of the door)
Later I was watching some red-tailed kites circling West Cottage and Park Farm. Graham the butcher usually leaves them meat scraps on the ground behind his unit. These kites are amazing, huge birds of prey. Their wingspan can be up to six ft! They circled and circled and screeched and circled…I went out to have a look.
Sneaking around the corner, what did I see?
Theo! Sitting right beside the meat scraps muttering, “here birdie, birdie, birdie” under his breath.
All back to normal then. I called him away.
The vet asked us how long we’ve had Theo and I said “three years”. Then I thought, three years? Really?