Having 5 cats is fun. Having 5 cats without any insurance is rather less fun. You know the feeling - you take Norwegian number 4 to the vet because he has a little tear in his side and the vet tells you he (the cat, not the vet) needs a General and a couple of stitches and it will cost £150.
Oh - and why have you fed him today? Err - because I didn't know until I checked him out this morning that I needed to visit his favourite place with him.
And HOW much has he eaten? Err - well, he's a growing bear......
At which point the vet (possibly seeing the pound signs rolling before his eyes) makes an indulgent little smile, sighs and says "take him to the main surgery and I'll do him this afternoon when his stomach is empty".
This makes me feel bad, like a naughty little owner. So Sparky goes back in the cage and off we go to the main surgery where I repeat the sorry tale to the nurse on reception, accompanied by mutterings from behind where kitten owners are saying "HOW much has he eaten? Half a tin AND a full meal of dry fool? Goodness me". Well, how much do they think 8 month old Norwegian Forest Cats eat then?
So as I type, Sparky is on holiday at the Vets. Staaaaaarving
