I'm going in about half an hour, to some friends' house (to see Rufus, the
beautiful ginger who's finally decided I'm not so bad and allowed to scritch his cheek
- I'll try to get some pictures, he's really stunning) for dinner (I have been promised the cook won't take offense if I say "I'm sorry my meds are awful can I have half a slice of bread instead please?") and then to the pub to see some friends for some long overdue canoodling
I'm feeling a lot more relaxed about the vet thing knowing the rescue will help me find a solution and let me use one of their humane traps if I need it. It seems like a much better solution, largely because it won't be
me closing the door on him as I'm disabled
and clumsy and would make a right tit of meself falling over my own feet and traumatising the poor lad further!