A visit to the doctor
Today the gals went to the doctor. It appears that I have inter-costal neuralgia and our tabby cat has, like all the best French women, got ‘jambes lourdes’.
Manon has been tippling around on trois pattes over the festive season so I took her to the zero-syllabic vet. He said she had suffered a trauma at the pattes of another cat and recommended a course of anti -biotics, arnica, rosemary and quince seed cream for ‘Jambes Lourdes’ to be massaged ‘légèrement sans frotter’ in to her knee, and a comfrey remedy. Also twenty days of rest.
All I got was to strip off for the doc, and be told there was nothing I could do but wait.
Manon doesn’t even like having her knee massaged with posh cream.