Thank you for caring so much about me. Rachel cried when she read your messages.
I am getting better.
I took that thing out of my leg yesterday, and the vet didn't argue.
He was very pleased with me this morning, and gave me a kiss. He says he wishes he had a lovely toned body like mine. (Lovely? Starved, skinny, rib-cagey body, more like, I thought, but I didn't say anything.)
But being pleased with me didn't stop him giving me two jabs with a needle - and one was so sore that I cried and had to have a little treat! - and sticking a thermometer in my behind. So undignified! I made him do all his vetting in the furthest corner of the consulting room.
I need to sleep a lot, because it stops me from feeling so hungry. I'm allowed a proper dinner on Christmas Day, apparently. If I survive that long on measly little bowls of chicken and rice....
But I'm not lonely.
And I go for little walks in the snow.
Rachel keeps my leash on; she says something about how if they had scavenging as an Olympic sport, I could be a medallist.
'Bye for now, you lovely kind people; I heart you all.....
Warm wet licks,
PPS Nice try, Florence.