Posted on May 7, 2005 in Cats
Boadicea likes to walk on her hind legs when she craves affection. If I’m sitting in a chair or on the porcelain throne, she’ll promenade up to me, dropping to her front legs when I scratch her head or the back of her neck. I’ve taken to calling her “Bobo the circus cat”.
Both Fiona and Boadicea have seen it as urgent to apply their medical skills to my incision. “Daddy!” they cry. “You need our help! Let us lick the wound!” When I explain that the doctor does not think they should grease my edema with their bacterial laden tongues, they insist that I get a second opinion.