But it’s been time well spent. I’ve discovered exactly what’s going on. There is to be a rowdy afternoon with appalling music (I use the term music loosely) performed by equally appalling people combined with various ways and means of extracting money from the pockets of unsuspecting guests. And why? To give it all to that Veterinary Surgeon who tortured me and kept me from getting home to my cushion in the kitchen!

People are weird.

I can play that game too and, to this end, have created my own fan page at facebook in which I fully intend to initiate my own fund raising for things of importance – like sardine oil.

To expedite matters, I set up a twitter account too. Follow me at VladimirCat.

Forget that vet! Send me food!