Wish Me Luck (edited with vet update)

It's early.  In fact it's too chuffing early.  It's 6.15 Monday morning as I type this.  And I have a cat who is very hungry but has been allowed no food since 7.00 last night, and he is also desperate for a wee but I emptied his litter tray in a last ditch attempt to get that elusive sample before the vet appointment this morning.

He has been in the empty tray twice, walked around in puzzlement, and hopped out again.  I have just put the faux litter in.  He is still looking puzzled.  And more than a little annoyed.  And he is now miaowing because he wants his breakfast.  But on the up side, at least if he won't perform, he will have a full bladder for when he gets to the vet's table.  Maybe she won't have to squeeze too hard.

It is going to be a long few hours to get through til his appointment time.  Come on Vince, just wee mate, it will save us both a lot of stress, especially if I don't have to try and get you in that carrier again.

Anyhoo, I thought I would share the cutest little Christmas stamp with you today.  I would say I would share the card, but there isn't much of a card to share, so let's focus on that stamp shall we?

Can I introduce you to Rodney (must be one of Santa's reserve reindeer in training) from CC Designs

I got mine from Bunny Zoe's Crafts but he has vanished from the catalogue today

Painted in Distress Inks (ReInkers) with a touch of white gel pen

Papers from Forever Friends leftovers

Sentiment from Personal Impressions

Heart border punch is Martha Stewart

I think I love Rodney.  He is such a cute li'l chap, only a tiny dot really.  Maybe a baby reindeer.

But despite his diminutive size, he was such fun to paint.

I think if I had got hold of him sooner, there would have been a whole clutch of Christmas cards starring him this year.

I'm rambling, I know, but I am trying to ignore the indignant glares I am getting from beside me.

I can read his mind you know.

I want the loo and my breakfast.  Now.

Have a great Monday everyone.  And wish me luck.  Please.

Hugs, Squirrel xx

And we are back from the vet.  After an undignified struggle to get into the carrier, and having to be tipped out onto the examination table, Vince buried his head in my belly and ignored what was going on behind him.  Vet confirmed he had a nice full bladder (of course he did, he'd not wee'd since yesterday), so with me holding the front end, a nurse holding the kidney dish, and the vet squeezing where no young man ever wants to be squeezed ......... he filled the dish!!

Honestly, I could have cried with relief that he did that, and he didn't need sedating (well ok, I did, but don't tell anyone else).  The nurse said she couldn't believe he was the same cat as the wild thing they had in last time.

Home now, and he has had a good scoff (wasn't allowed anything from 7.00 last night), and is now on the back of the sofa haviing a tidy up like all self-respecting cats would.

It's just a shame the sofa is in our window and Vince is sat with his back leg in the air, washing his gentleman parts, in full view of the neighbours.

Should get the test results tomorrow or Wednesday and then we can plan the next step.

Thanks everyone for your support and kind words during what has been a really traumatic few weeks.