we noticed last night that he wasn’t putting weight on his front offside paw, although he was well enough to limp to the kitchen in a pathetic manner to consume wafffer thin ham.
Pete took him to the vet this morning, who said he’d been in a fight (what – Iggy? Surely not!), and that it was just a sprain. He also has a cut on his shoulder, so has been anti-inflammatoried and antibioticed, and has had a thermometer thrust up his dignity, as it were.
the poor chap is now lying in the sun in the living room, waving his hurty paw in a bid for sympathy. And drugged up to the eyeballs on catnip.
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