Cat flu.

Oliver had been sneezing for the last couple of days, we at first thought it was the change of environment and the coal fires but in the end we had to give in and take him to the vet.

Now I’m always a bit loath to take animals to the vet as it always costs an arm and a leg, but you have to get them well.

It seems that cats all have cat flu and all it needs is a bit of stress to bring it out, problem solved, except for the medication.

He’s got a powder to go on his food three times a day, a capsule which you open and spread on the food once a day, some chicken flavoured drink, which he won’t touch, to dehydrate him and finally a plug-in aromatheorapy device to relax him, all at the cost of £144.18.

At that rate I’m bloody glad he didn’t have anything seriously wrong, we’d have been declared bankrupt and forgive my scepticism but why doe’s the treatment always just exceed the cat insurance excess by four pounds or so.

However on a positive note I have installed the cat flap for him which he has been using with great frequency although his forays into the great outdoors have only been as far as twenty feet from the door, but the journey of a thousand miles starts with but one footstep.

Our youngest has the cat flu too, yesterday she looked awful and Angella insisted she go to school, myself I’m a much easier touch and would have let her have the day off, we did compromise and let her off her after school Kumon class.

Well obviously this morning she was far too unwell to go to school and what a joy, I didn’t have to get up at the crack of sparrows to take her to the station, I had a leisurely shave and ablution and emerged at the breakfast table as a veritable butterfly.

It didn’t last long though as I have now put on my scruffy working clothes and am back to the grindstone, perhaps if I had a dose of the cat flu I could have a day off, just a thought!


About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, althought to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non existant. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which if I had the time would be updated on a much more frequent basis, however country life and children seem to be a full time occupation. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. That's all for now, toodle pip.
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