Custard cat has been off in sorts of late. I say off in sorts. I mean the cow has had her true affections subverted and has been snuggling into the lower regions (legs!) of The Aussie, traitorous bloody animal! But two days ago, I had notice that she had a big lump under her right chin and a thick lip. So, needless to say, I had thought that she was either hunting again, or sorting her patch out with her new collar bling. But with that big lump, of course, the mummy cat worried and so organised an enjoyable day trip out to the vet hospital.

Imagine my heart sinking to the ground when Mister Vet told me it wasn't fighting. Nor catching herself. All sorts of bloody images ran through my mind as I tried to fathom out what was wrong, thinking of the worst as he rechecked her history. But nay - all wasn't as dire as I had thought. In fact, her big lump and clingyness was due to more. My poor cat, Custard the mouse juggler, Custard the brave, Custard the Robin Murderer, Custard the hunter, Custard the slim*

is allergic to mice.

Really! I ask you...!!??

Only I could own that cat...

* Custard (the Slim) was according to the vet, fat with a bloody big belly. So I don't know which cat he was really examining. Maybe Rhubarb switched with her before we took her. Even so, if Custard is fat, it does mean that basically Rhubarb is on an even more stringent diet....