My cruel and heartless Mum took me to the torturers last week. I have a cough that sounds as if I am going to yak a hairball but despite lots of gloopy stuff being given to me nothing appeared and the cough was still there.
She made me an appointment with a very nice lady who said I was beautiful (which of course I knew) and said although it sounded like hairball at first she wondered if it was "lung worms". Mum was sent home with some powder to mix in with our food for the next 3 days. It took Mum hours of sitting on the floor coaxing me to eat it before it was eaten up.
"Mum here - she only ate threequarters of it but by then my bum was numb and I had lost the will to live!!. She had clamped her mouth shut and would only open it to do a bitey so I retreated."
This is a picture of my tummy furs after the battle which I think generously to Mum I will call a draw. Mum I need brushing now.