Tuesday 4 Dec 2012
I was stuck well into the second week of our art intensive, (which wasn't supposed to run a second week, but we were all enjoying it so much, and no-one was finished, so we just kept going) when Dave rang to say we had a sick cat on our hands. We rushed him into the vet, who diagnosed gastro-intestinal infection, and gave injections. Poor Schrodie - probably caused by the chickens walking through the cat bowl. He stayed miserable for three days of trips to the vet for injections, then perked up enough to run away before we could catch him, so we reckoned he was cured.
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