Things that make you reach for the pick handle.

Here is Pest resting.

Or, more accurately, recovering. She has a serious head truma and extensive bruising. She may lose the sight in one eye, and is currently only home because I can stay here and keep an eye on her in case she begins to display symptoms of neurological damage.

She dissappeared yesterday afternoon about half past two, and in spite of several searches she only reappeared at nine thirty this morning in a very poor state and barely able to walk.

After an examination by the vet the conclusion is that someone has beaten her deliberately. There’s no evidence of animal attack or the abrasions that would expected from being hit by a car. Her prolonged absence indicates either she was taken somewhere or rendered unconcious for some time. As I couldn’t find her in the immediate area, it would seem she was taken elsewhere.

This is consistant with the time of year according to the vet, as the school kids find more time to abuse animals.

What a great culture we’ve developed.

In the unlikely event I do come to know who did this, I will hurt you. I’d consider it a public duty.

UPDATE: Look who just came bounding down the stairs and said, “yes thanks I will have sardines for dinner”.

Of course not everyone is pleased. Some of us are used to being the center of attention and wouldn’t mind some of that sardine action as well thanks.

Bugger, empty plate demanding glares.

Back to normal. Time to crack open another tin. No sardines on toast for dad.