Vets

It starts with a bribe. A nice piece of fish or chicken, so succulent, so irresistible. But it's bait. Poisoned. For it lies within the cage. As the gates closed behind me the sickness in my stomach fully overwhelming as I felt myself rise from the ground, carried dispassionately to the car.

These regular visitations to Helena the veterinary surgeon, oh how how hate the surgeons! But as I have always said, God is on the side with the best artillery, or in this case claws.