This is a picture of the ancient flamingo at the Adelaide Zoo that was attacked a good while ago now. It was in all the newspapers at the time. It seems to be okay again now. Lynettea took this picture on Monday 20 July.
I had to go to my Vet today for my tests. He was pleased that I had put on some weight and my tests were the same as last time, nearly. So I don’t have to go back for six months.
The taxi driver didn’t listen to my directions and started driving the wrong way when we finally went home. I don’t think he spoke a lot of English. He turned on the GPS in the car, but it wasn’t working properly and told him to keep on driving straight ahead when he should have turned to the right.
It was very traumatic after my stressful time in the waiting room with some barking dogs. Lynettea forgot to bring a towel to put over my cage, so she flung her cardigan over it. Then the dogs couldn’t see me. I don’t know if she got cold or not.
She told the Vet about how good I was catching rats and how she sat on one I had given her (it was dead, but fresh). The Vet thought it was very funny and didn’t ask her why she hadn’t eaten it. Maybe all humans are strange.
It was good to be home, but I couldn’t settle for a while after that, even though Lynettea brushed my fur and heated up my Snugglesafe.
