Winston here . . . p'rrrrr, p'rrrrr . . .
Last Wednesday me and Monty went to see Nadia – she's our vet don'tcha know. Marnie was there too. Nadia looked at our teeth and thought they were wonderful – must be because of all the raw food we eat. I was ever so good but Monty threw a right strop, biting and scratching which he NEVER does. He told me later he got his claws caught on his way out of his cat basket and got spooked. Silly humans – instead of standing back and letting him sort himself out, too many hands went towards him and he answered them in the only way he knows. Blotted his copybook a bit, what? Hope it don't go down on his record in one of those funny acronyms – like HWC - coz he's a big softy really, though not as soft as me.
Anyway, me and Monty haven't been feeling quite so chipper the last couple of days – don't want to eat. The humans think it's because of the injections we had. Feel a bit better today, chasing leaves and stalking flies and bird-watching, of course. Even sat on the laptop again – well, Monty did. Might try some food tomorrow otherwise we'll have to go and see Nadia again.