My head is bowed and I'm frantically
blinking. Anyone watching may think me a tad peculiar. In any other
context I'd probably look completely insane but in Thornbury Hospital
there may just be a few other relatives who understand and appreciate
the sentiment behind this repetitive action.
Blinking is a sign of affection and
friendliness between cats so right now I'm using it to try and keep a
slightly stressed Major calm. An enormous dog enters the surgery and
sits opposite us because we've of course managed to sit away from the
“dog free” section. He's panting heavily and drooling to such an
extent his owner has a large handkerchief to wipe his mouth free from
spittle. To me, the dog looks like he could do some serious damage
but his owner rather sadly informs me, he's old so slow-moving and
having been attacked in the past, is afraid of anything smaller than
him. Although I'd feel intimidated to be confronted by this dog, from
the safety of his carry cage, the Maj is contentedly blinking away at
him. “Major Richard Parker,” one of the receptionists calls with
glee and it's finally our time to go in.
A week later, we're back and this time,
the surgery is almost empty. Waiting to be reunited with a slightly
shaven Maj who's been scanned and kept in all morning, we can't help
but overhear a telephone conversation: “At six weeks, he needs
waxing and then it's castration... ” The guy opposite has just
walked in and these are the first words he will have heard – we
exchange slightly alarmed looks. In any other context, our reactions
would go well beyond slight alarm but here, we presume and hope the
receptionist is talking to a pet owner and not about her husband!
Reconciled with a hungry Maj, we go
through the motions before leaving: “I love his name. It's such a
good name – where'd you get it from...?” asks yet another
receptionist. After explaining one tenuous link and the obvious
reference, we head out. She seems amused and I'm amazed, having just
overheard one final shocking piece of information - a castration
costs a mere £44 (at least thirty pounds less than a cat scan!).
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