Kenny is in a really sorry state.He has to go to the Specialists in Winchester on Monday.
£250 an hour and a £500 deposit if he has to stay overnight.
What the fuck that is for I can’t imagine but I’m now depressingly aware I chose the wrong degree.
He is a small, half dead cat; what sort of damage could he do worth five hundred quid?
He returned from the vet groggy from the drugs, licked a bit of chicken, gnawed through his bandage and matrixed his way out of the house.
Bastard.
He's halfway through the dressing in this picture.
I expect that will be another 500 hundred notes to have that removed from his gullet.
In the name of all that is holy, fecking NO!
Fill your Celibate Void with Gorgeous George, guitar playing or ‘The Discipline’, anything but this perfidious shit.
Haven’t we suffered enough with the Four Priests and Karl fucking Jenkins?
I think so.
The Sainted Mammy is quite a fan of Karl but he makes me feel nauseous, seriously.
3 comments:
Poor boy, he looks so cute.
Becoming a vet is more difficult than becoming a GP! I guess you're paying for the higher A level scores, the lengthier training and the years spent with your arm up a cow's arse. And farmers. As in spending time with farmers, not as in putting your arm up a farmer's derrier...
Poor Ken. I love that boy and really hope that he gets well soon.
Cripes, this whole vet thing is barmy! How can pensioners, for example, afford those kind of prices to have their kitties cured?
Poor old Kenny. Hope he rallies.
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