tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17934023.post-27009525112135981862008-03-29T10:42:00.002Z2008-03-29T11:06:52.744Z

I've just got back for a visit to my local vet. Not the usual call for flea treatment or something unpredictable but instead, given that I own five cats aged betwen fifteen and seventeen, the first of a series of visits that would eventually have to be made. Last year, Victoria, my black and white cat, contracted cancer and underwent fairly radical surgery, involving the removal of most of her

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