We have reached the end of a two week period were our stress levels have been souring to new heights, added to heart ache and worry, it has not been a pleasant experience.
Why you may ask, well it is all down to a pair of lovely five month old birman boy kittens.
We adopted them or so we thought and gave them a home when they were thirteen weeks old and like all these things they have won the heart, taken procession of all they survey and are now in total control.
A decision was made at a very early stage that we did not want to breed or allow them to have the ability to add to the population, so a trip to the cat doctor to change their vocal register for ever was inevitable .
Now I known on the day that I had tears in my eyes (interpret as like) at the thought and an uneasy conscience, but we did not tell the boys what the day would hold for them in the hope that they would forgive and not hold a grudge.
What we did not anticipate on their return was that they would get their own back in spades for the trauma we had inflicted. They would not eat or play, they developed symptoms that were consistent with man flu at least.
On a return trip to the vet adding insult to injury, we were told it may just be stress, which maybe a plausible explanation considering the procedure involved, but we were not sure if the veterinarian was diagnosing the felines or the homosapians.
Now two weeks on, pills and potions have done their work and we have the kittens back we originally took to the vet, well almost, bless them.