Evil cat strikes again

Evil cat got herself locked out this afternoon. Again.

There was a lady sitting on the kerb outside our house while Mr Nice Next Door was mending her car. The poor lady nearly ended up with a heart attack as evil cat crept up beside her unnoticed and then yowled at the top of her tabby lungs.

Do not tell me it wasn't deliberate. This is evil cat, and she is called evil for a reason.

The nice man doing the Sainsbury delivery didn't think she looked as old as seventeen, he thought she looked a lot younger. Sadly I can see the marks of age. She is really still quite skinny, despite her best efforts to obtain tuna, and her fur is no long quite as gloriously thick and soft. Today I noticed one eye was looking slightly swollen. There was no gunk, and it was only a hint of a swelling, but it was there. Poor old evil cat, I shall be keeping an eye on her. In deference to the vet I will not take her there until there is some overt symptoms. It takes two vetinary nurses and a vet to get a urine sample from evil cat. It is cruel to take her there too often - cruel to the vet that is!