This is my Dad
with the cat that owns my parents, Chips.
Chips is a “retrofitted scottish fold” – see his poor little ears? He was rescued, but the nice vets couldn’t help all of the burns. The scumbuckets who hurt him as a kitten should die painfully.
ANYWAY, Dad is currently in hospital in Wagga Wagga, recovering from what he (rather graphically) described as “A pull-through with a live ferret” – otherwise known as prostate surgery. Apparently it’s a nasty one to recover from. So please send any prayers (if that’s your thang) good energy (ditto) best wishes and kind thoughts, eh?
Ta.
