8am found me crawling on my stomach along the bottom of the hedge behind the container with instructions to retrieve Tigger, missing for two days.
Reaching under to grab him he made no attempt to evade capture which was uncharacteristic. Having pulled him out the reason for this became clear, both of his back legs were all floppy and lifeless.
Obviously another 'urgence medical'. The usual vet, Dr. Death, wasn't due in for another two hours, which may have been a blessing as Dr Death is a strong advocate of euthanasia and usually manages to dispatch the patient anyway during the course of treatment.
The competition around the corner was able to offer a swift diagnosis 'an illiac thrombosis' this is a clot that cuts off the blood supply to the back legs. Prognosis is not good, drugs are administered to hopefully dissolve the clot.
The fitting of a rear axle with a pair of wheels probably isn't practical, poor Tigger's existence hangs in the balance, dear oh dear... and costs are rising.
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So, with the aid of your magic movie camera, would you save the cat or invest in flats? Keep in mind the risk of causing a change in the time line, eg a property slump across eastern scotland.
It seems Tigger's affliction was predestined anyway. Sureky a few flats wouldn't matter provided the camera was kept secret?
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