My poor baby..

Gerald seems to be quite ill. He started limping on Tuesday, and this morning he’s hardly moving at all. It’s like his back is slowly stopping working. Poor little fecker. He hasn’t eaten since Tuesday.
Philippa has offered to take the morning off work so we can take him to the vet. Trouble is, he’s more likely to rip my arm off or bite my throat out than let me carry him into the surgery. He doesn’t like the vet, due to an incident in his youth involving anal glands and an unoiled glove. Don’t ever let anyone tell you cats have poor memories.

RC 12-5-11