[hides under sofa]
Update: It was the V.E.T........... we both wented to see Uncle Tim.......
Charlie: I'm fine. Uncle Tim sticked me wiff a needle. He says I'm a gorgeous colour and ruffled my coat lots. He also says now I am growed he finks I am part Maine Coon. My underbite is less pernounced (they fink 'cos I'm older now). And then he clipped my clawsies.
Pandora: I am very well, apparently. Uncle Tim calls me 'gorgeous'! My bladder is fine, although the Horrible One made me poorly yesterday. My eyes are ok, but they have a blue caste with age. I don't have the bad hips my Mum was worried about, but Uncle Tim says I have a bad back 'cos of my advanced age. He spent a long time looking in my eyes, and clipped my claws. Uncle Tim likes me! :-) Oh, and I'm NOT 18 - I'm 17!! I can't believe Mum made such a mistake with my age!
And we got pressies from Uncle Tim - 'cos it is Pet Smile Month.
the bags had bikkits for us to help cleans our teefs
and information for Mum.