The day just got better!

Calum got home early so Furry Mama took Minty Mutt out for his first walk since last Sunday, while Cal looked after the Hinge cat. Both Minty and Baggy were going a little stir-crazy, so it was lovely to be out smelling the bluebells. But four days of not walking and both Minty Mutt and Baggy struggled to get up the steep steps! Minty couldn't wait to hurl himself into the muddy stream, he was so delighted to be out and about. Bless him, he's been such a good boy - not licked the Hinge once, even when she was throwing herself at him, so he deserved a good muddy dunking.

 
He deserved it even more for putting up with Hormonal Hannah's short fuse! Hinge wasn't too keen to be put in the travel basket once more and moaned all the way to the vets', but it was good news. Her little tail is healing really well apparently, so well in fact that she no longer needs to be given the antibiotics - she wasn't eating them anyway! Clever bird reckons that they must have tasted disgusting as usually the Hinge eats anything (as you can probably tell bloggees), but she has pretty much not eaten since Monday now, and Furry Mama was getting worried. Rightfully so apparently, as losing weight too fast for fat cats, can cause liver damage. So the first thing Baggy did when she got home was throw away the penicillin laden food. The Domestic Goddess washed up the bowl, having totally forgotten to put Baggy's gloves on (drrrrrrrrrr!) and filled it with lovely dried food. Furry Mama took off the cone and plopped Hinge on the windowsill with the food. Hinge gobbled it. Phew! So far so good with not licking her tail either, so the cone can stay off. She is now fast asleep under Creative Clara's feet as she types this. And take in big happy breaths........