The cat went to the vet, and it seems that she had infected anal glands. Which explains why she rubbed her pooh covered bottom all over the carpet. They gave her a range of blood tests too, and said they would contact us with the results. So they gave us some antibiotic pills, and some cream to rub on her swollen bottom. Well, for S to rub on her swollen bottom, 'cos I'm not have anything to do with it. And for this, we had to hand over the family silver, and our first born son.
A couple of days later, they phoned with the results of the blood tests. It turns out the cat has hepatitis (they didn't put a letter after it). When your cat has hepatitis, I'd have thought it was time to talk about the word that starts with 'youthen' and ends with a continent. But no, it turns out that all she needs is more antibiotics, this time to squirt down her throat.
That cat will outlive me, just to spite me.
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