Don't take a break, Kitcat

In what seems to becoming a semi-regular occurrence, it's a bright, quite Sunday afternoon and it's blogin' time. Although the weather forecast is predicting a storm of 'once a year' ferocity, it's a lovely bright calm day outside which I shall squander without remorse by staying firmly indoors.

Which almost leads me nicely to the subject of todays waffle. Earlier in the week one of our cats, Kit cat, went out. Nothing unusual about that, apart from the fact he didn't come back until last night. And he wasn't too happy when he arrived either.

Yes, I know cats bugger off for a few days at a time but our guys are only seven months old and had only been allowed outside for the last week or two so we were starting to get worried after he'd been out for 3 nights. When he hobbled into our bedroom it was obvious something wasn't right as he was limping in a strange kind of way and had a chunk of fur missing on his back. He also appeared thinner than usual but he was all hunched up so it was hard to tell.

Being the big jessies we are and despite it being past 2300 (also known as ker-ching oclock it seems) we rang the emergency vet and took him along.

Long story short, he was x-rayed and kept in over night with no lasting injuries found. He's home now and still limping but food is going in and out the right ends which is a good sign.

Lets hope he now has a healthy respect for whatever car/dog/shed/roof that he had the altercation with and keeps his distance from now on.

(oooh, in the time it's taken me to type that, the biggest 'Independence Day' type cloud has arrived and it's all going dark outside!)

Now, where did I put that pet insurance form….