Yesterday, the Baxter family cat, Marmite, had to be rushed to the 24-h vet. I take credit for first noticing his distress. He is young and very skinny, especially to me being used to "Fat Man". He was having troubles breathing- it sounded like he was all clogged up. Neil and I took him in after some misadventures while trying to administer oral amoxicillin in the belief that he had a respiratory tract infection...
He was kept over night, x-rayed, and eventually had 500ml of fluid removed from a lung abcess which was causing his trouble.
After the vet (but before the diagnosis) Neil and I met Pop at the Liberal Club- a gentlemen's snooker hall. I played poorly, had a great time, and came home smelling of smoke.
He was kept over night, x-rayed, and eventually had 500ml of fluid removed from a lung abcess which was causing his trouble.
After the vet (but before the diagnosis) Neil and I met Pop at the Liberal Club- a gentlemen's snooker hall. I played poorly, had a great time, and came home smelling of smoke.
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