Ted the cat had to be escorted to the vet to get his booster. 38 quid thank you very much. Did he appreciate it? No he was pissed off and yowled his head off in the waiting room for half an hour. I tried to explain to him that the visit was arranged in his best interests, but he was having none of it.
I exchanged a bit of cat small talk with a couple of genteel, elderly Morningside ladies who had also brought their cat along.
Its funny how people are much more relaxed communicating with each other when there is an intermediary present, ie the cats.
Perhaps if everybody took a dog onto the London Underground, the atmosphere would change overnight from the repressive "Don't even THINK about trying to talk to me!" atmosphere, to a haven of chatty banter, with everyone eagerly exchanging comments on their respective pets.
However, this idyllic scenario would go horribly wrong if the dogs started fighting and kicking up a rumpus, as I suppose is sadly inevitable.
In the packed trains at rush hour, it is likely that some commuters would have their throats torn out by over excited pit bull terriers, and in the ensuing scandal, my
brave new transport initiative would be abandoned.
