The thickened plot continued

 Good morning dear Blogger friends. Georgy is in fine fettle and wreaking havoc on a daily basis. But oh so, lovable.

A week before the incident, I was in Estcourt on business and popped into the vet for worm meds for the three adult cats and Skabby. 

While chatting to the receptionists, (as you do) the door to my right opened. One of the vet's assistants walked in and I greeted him in Zulu. Then the exit door to my left opened and an elderly gentleman walked in. Elated I walked up to him and hugged him. It was my brother, Phillip who told the surprised ladies behind the counter that he thought he knew this lady. I said you've known me for 69 years. Possible stood on tiptoes as a five year old and looked into my cradle way back then!

The receptionists who know Philip well, greeted him and the lady serving me took a photo of us.

Phillip and I at the vet's surgery

A few days after Georgy's injury, I realized his eye was weepy. I popped into the vet in Winterton which is an agency of the larger business in Estcourt. The young receptionist there phoned through to Estcourt to ask a vet what ointment would be suitable for a cat as young as mine. She explained to the receptionist in Estcourt that Jo needed an eye ointment for a kitty that had been bitten by her dog. The lady on the other side of the phone asked her to find out from me if it was for Georgy. Which she did and which I affirmed. This information was passed on to the vet and he gave the name of an ointment for Georgy.

A week and some days later I was in Ladysmith at the vets rooms where Skabby is shaved and groomed twice a year. When I collected him, one of the Estcourt receptionists emerged from the rear office. She greeted me and looking at the now beautifully shaved Skabby, and asked: is this friendly dog the one who bit Georgy? 

Our area is definitely one big village!

HAPPY SATURDAY TO YOU ALL!