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Moses in the Middle

I have been visiting Robert Elliott's Vets in Stanford-in-the Vale due to ahem (embarrased cough) a certain 'lack of movement'.  After four days of the tall one obsessively checking my empty litter tray she was getting a little frantic and so I was escorted to the vets for examination.

Fortunately 'movement' was observed to be in progress but just not there yet so I was bundled off with some extra tasty Royal Canin Hairball biscuits to encourage things along and some cellulose granules to try if those failed.  In the waiting area, I met a senior citizen black Labrador, a West Highland Terrier and a shouty Cairn/Poodle mix.  All very interesting smelling even if faintly alarming.  Did not fancy the idea of the granules being added to my food or gawd forbid mention of another word if that did not do the trick and so I offered up my worldly goods the same evening after I'd done a run through neighbour Pat and Mike's garden which is good to get the adrenalin going as they have three furry-trousered creatures that are none too keen on me.  The tortoiseshell one has visited my garden recently and came and stared at my food bowl through the closed french doors which enraged me greatly.