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Jun. 19th, 2007 06:11 pmWe took Bramble and Phoebe to the vet this morning for their booster shots and their annual MOTs.
Phoebe let Charles put her into the travel box with great dignity and no resistance. Bramble happily went into his, but then discovered he couldn't get out again and was not happy.
Phoebe sat happily in her box looking out of the window all the way to the vet's while Bramble moaned continually in anguish all the way there.
Phoebe was reluctant to get out of the box once in the consulting room, but submitted to being examined and injected, rushing to get back into the box of her own accord.
Bramble didn't want to come out of the box at all, and even when we upended it was clinging for grim death onto something inside. He didn't bite or scratch, but he didn't like being examined and injected and scrambled back into his box as swiftly as possible
They're usually completely opposite in personality. Phoebe is normally the wimpy scaredy-cat and Bramble is the Big Brave Cat frightened of nothing.
Fortunately it seems they're both fit and well. Phoebe is not, as we feared too thin, although he did say that if she starts losing more weight we should take her back to him and Bramble, contrary to all our expectations was judged as being not too porky. So that's OK then. It only cost £69.20!!!
Bramble wailed all the way home, but stopped as soon as taken out of the car. I fed him as soon as we got inside, because I was afraid he'd run off and get lost out of spite, but by the time he'd polished off an unexpectedly meaty breakfast, he seemed to have forgotten all about it. Phoebe, on the other hand won't let anyone get close enough to pick her up. I dare say she'll have forgiven us by tomorrow.
I'm still dithering about my Wedding Hat. Last night I made up my mind to have the apple green one, but when I put in what I thought was a sufficiently high bid, it wasn't enough. Someone had bid far more than the shop price as their original bid, so I decided that although I loved it, I didn't want to pay any more for it than I'd put as my maximum bid, because I would still have to pay quite a bit of postage on it. Let's face it, if I'm going to spend a lot of money I might as well have one from Acccesorize.
So now I have to decide on a pink one. Most of them are rather too Mother-of-the-Bride, and I don't want to go too much over the top. I looked at them till I was dizzy last night, so I thought I'd leave it till this evening to decide. I could try for a lime green hat, but I'm not quite sure that's the right shade to go with the dress which hasn't arrived yet. I have to order it soon, because I want to take it when I get my hair cut, which will be at least a week before the wedding, so that it can settle down.
In spite of the mist and gloom, I know it's summer now, because Charles asked me to cut his hair.. It took ages to do this time. I don't know why he lets it get so long, because he's always relieved when it's been cut and is much shorter.
My hair's a complete mess. I should really have had it cut a couple of weeks ago, but as the wedding isn't that far off, I've let it go. It's horrible!
Never mind. It will feel sooo nice when I finally do get it cut.
Phoebe let Charles put her into the travel box with great dignity and no resistance. Bramble happily went into his, but then discovered he couldn't get out again and was not happy.
Phoebe sat happily in her box looking out of the window all the way to the vet's while Bramble moaned continually in anguish all the way there.
Phoebe was reluctant to get out of the box once in the consulting room, but submitted to being examined and injected, rushing to get back into the box of her own accord.
Bramble didn't want to come out of the box at all, and even when we upended it was clinging for grim death onto something inside. He didn't bite or scratch, but he didn't like being examined and injected and scrambled back into his box as swiftly as possible
They're usually completely opposite in personality. Phoebe is normally the wimpy scaredy-cat and Bramble is the Big Brave Cat frightened of nothing.
Fortunately it seems they're both fit and well. Phoebe is not, as we feared too thin, although he did say that if she starts losing more weight we should take her back to him and Bramble, contrary to all our expectations was judged as being not too porky. So that's OK then. It only cost £69.20!!!
Bramble wailed all the way home, but stopped as soon as taken out of the car. I fed him as soon as we got inside, because I was afraid he'd run off and get lost out of spite, but by the time he'd polished off an unexpectedly meaty breakfast, he seemed to have forgotten all about it. Phoebe, on the other hand won't let anyone get close enough to pick her up. I dare say she'll have forgiven us by tomorrow.
I'm still dithering about my Wedding Hat. Last night I made up my mind to have the apple green one, but when I put in what I thought was a sufficiently high bid, it wasn't enough. Someone had bid far more than the shop price as their original bid, so I decided that although I loved it, I didn't want to pay any more for it than I'd put as my maximum bid, because I would still have to pay quite a bit of postage on it. Let's face it, if I'm going to spend a lot of money I might as well have one from Acccesorize.
So now I have to decide on a pink one. Most of them are rather too Mother-of-the-Bride, and I don't want to go too much over the top. I looked at them till I was dizzy last night, so I thought I'd leave it till this evening to decide. I could try for a lime green hat, but I'm not quite sure that's the right shade to go with the dress which hasn't arrived yet. I have to order it soon, because I want to take it when I get my hair cut, which will be at least a week before the wedding, so that it can settle down.
In spite of the mist and gloom, I know it's summer now, because Charles asked me to cut his hair.. It took ages to do this time. I don't know why he lets it get so long, because he's always relieved when it's been cut and is much shorter.
My hair's a complete mess. I should really have had it cut a couple of weeks ago, but as the wedding isn't that far off, I've let it go. It's horrible!
Never mind. It will feel sooo nice when I finally do get it cut.
