Still trying to make this weekend shine. No time to write. However, this time, I have a photo of a cat that is not mine.
I found this little wanderer at a petrol refuelling station during my Uber driving last night. I tried to gently approach him so that I could see if he was chipped, but he was far too skittish. As soon as I came within about a car-length of him, he would scurry away, even with me crawling in a bowing position (to the dismay and bewilderment of the other patrons of the station, I am sure). I happened to have some cat food in the boot of my car, so I set some in a safe place out of the way of traffic. Sure enough, he went over to it, rubbed on the wall beside it, then went safely into the grassy area around the petrol station. Saved him from traffic and gave him a tasty, healthy meal. Not quite the win I wanted, of saving him from the outdoors entirely. But a win nonetheless.
And yet, somehow I still have friends saying I shouldn’t be a veterinarian…