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Poppy went to the vets last Friday for a follow up. She was such a good girl, no soiling in her basket at all, bless her.

It was a different locum this week (main vet is having summer holidays off) and she was very pleased with Poppy's progress.

We haven't had any vomiting or diarrhoea for 12 days now and Poppy's appetite has picked up no end. We're reducing the dose of her medication over the next few weeks, so time will tell then. The Hills I/D is going down a treat too - she can't get enough of it!

So, up to now, everything is

We had to take Poppy to the vet on Friday. The poor babes, she has digestive problems and over the last couple of weeks she's had quite a flare up.

After investigations she was diagnosed with food allergy some time back and it turned out the main problem is fish - her most fav food! Thing is, fish derivatives are in all cat food and cat treats, so she spent three months on ZD to calm everything down (which is basically some tasteless 'cardboard' coated with flavour!) and then progressed onto DD veneson and green pea, which she's been on for ages and doing well on until her symptoms...

Oh deary deary! Poor Daisy, she sauntered so slowly when walking through the bedroom doorway on Thursday that I didn't realise her tail was still there when I went to close the door...

Her 'shrieks' could be heard miles away! The poor baby! She told me off for about 5 minutes, refused to let me look at the end of her tail and then went off to sulk for several hours. I wonder if anyone else's cat holds grudges?

She's okay and there was no lasting damage done (or any damage that I could find in fact), but I felt pretty rotten having caused the accident.

Monday was that time of the year again... booster time! The Flower Girls hate going to the vets and boy, don't we know it!

Poor Daisy, she was scooped up from her comfy bed and placed into the cat carrier - she was not impressed and hissed at everyone and everything indiscriminately. It sounded as though we had a bag of snakes on the back seat, not just one bad tempered cat!

Then there was poor Poppy, she’s so scared of the travelling in the car – the poor baby – she pooped on the way to the vet and peed on the way back. Fortunately, I have just discovered...

A day in the lives of Poppy, Daisy, and Lily a.k.a. The Flower Girls.

Below: Poppy (left) and Daisy (right) at just over 2 months old.



Below: Lily (the mother of Poppy & Daisy) at 15 months old.