Oh, and PJ the Stray got bundled into a carrier and whisked away. At last, I thought, gone! 'I feel good, dobedo...' Was a worthwhile day.
Then bugger me if Dad didn't walk through the door - with him. Took him upstairs to yes, convalesce. I went up for a nose. Tabitha already there ... this time not coz of food ... she was ensuring he was OK, I could tell. The traitor!! You won't believe this but he got fresh meat and two sachets of yummy Gormet Beef Fillets for his dinner!!! How is that right?! Mum was coo-ing ... for goodness sake. PJ lapped up the fuss.
He came downstairs, Tabitha running after him, sitting up high overlooking him ... makes a change as she's usual whipping a cat's arse if they get in the way of her food bowl.
And then it happened ... there is a God! PJ is ball-less!! 'I feel good ... dobedo..'
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