Its a new day

So in light of the momentous 8 week milestone, we thought it was best to take our little darling to visit the local vets. Changing her food over and a 'dragging bottom' incident led us to believe that she may have had worms (that and the awful smell that is released after her daily visits to the litter tray). After much of a struggle in trying to insert the kitten into the carry case we headed on to the Ashleigh Vet centre, where Fifi decided to cry at the top of her lungs so everyone would think she was dying and come looking over and feel sorry for her. Onto the examination room and it was like nothing was ever wrong as she played with the stethescope attacked the thermometer and then it happened. The vet and her assistant looked at me all coy and embarassed and slowly turned feef around so her ass faced me. At first, my stomach dropped at the thought that she must've let wind while they were playing with her and I was about to be told off for giving her bad habits. Then, the realisation of what was happening dawned on me and I knew from that moment she could no longer be our Fifi.


Our Empress has become the Emperor.