The vet, who has had to stand in for the cat's bladder over the weekend, commented on the news that I was in Wales competing in a Triathlon, "Is he trying to achieve some kind of immortality or something?"
I suppose his last drafting in for a squeezing coincided with the Alpine endeavours of the summer, this would give him the impression that i'm some sort of fitness freak.
Meanwhile he's stuck there day in day out squeezing bladders, putting dogs down and horses to sleep.
He's actually itching to dispatch 'Tigger', always on about 'the welfare of the animal' although it's hard to see why, the money he's had out of us could have easily funded a trip with Martin to India and a rare opportunity to ascend some unclimbed 6000 metre peaks.
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