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 puppy training sheets, with which I lined the baskets.

Lily, being Lily, was no trouble at all, the little darling – except, she was purring so loudly on the vet’s table that it was hard to monitor her heartbeat! (Naturally, she was purring in fear and not contentment!)

Then we had the usual feline quarrels when they were all released back in their own home and I ran around dutifully trying to appease them all out of guilt. I think I find it as stressful as the cats.

Well, at least that’s it for another year. Next time I’m thinking of asking the vet for some valium... for myself!