Evil cat is healthy

Evil cat happened to the vet today. And she is fine. The huge scab near her mouth is just a normal scratch.

I feel very reassured. And it was the Young Vet that saw her. The Young Vet was the Young Vet when OH started going to the vet's practice nearly forty years ago - as a small boy, I hasten to add. He is not as young looking as he used to be. He is, however, extremely good with cats. He will grab one without mercy, refuse to be scratched or gnawed, insist on a full examination with no exceptions - and get in a crafty cuddle while he does it. He is brilliant.

Big Ron, the cat with the name tag 'I am fat, do not feed me' was also there, to little bear's delight, intimidating huge alsatians. He is the pet cat for the practice, and I think he is the best indicator of how good the vets are. His wiles for getting food are legendary, he was rehomed twice before the vets got him and he has a personality that would fit in a Terry Pratchett book. And the vets are so good with him. Though they don't quite say, 'He's a big softie really'. Because he isn't. He's a tom cat neutered late in life and with a Greebo attitude.