At work I was first greeted with a sound of a rattling cage. I felt a bit anxious walking in to the back room to find out what kind of a beast was responsible for the noise. Instead of a wild bore, that I half expected judging the sound, I saw a beautiful ginger cat, who stood on his back legs and was literally shaking the bars of the cage with his front paws. I took a risk and opened the cage to the "jail pus". The cat was very affectionate and just wanted to socialize. I gently put him back to the cage, and luckily he stopped the rattling and just followed me with his eyes. We soon got another cat, grey half persian called Molly. Molly needed to have her blood samples taken, and the Vet suggested we'd try without sedation. I coaxed Molly out of the cage on to the operating table. That was the easy bit. When Molly realized what we were about to do, she started wriggling wildly in my hold. Which ever way I was holding her, there was always one paw (with the claws out) free to scratch either me or the Vet. Houdini would have hired her immediately as a side kick. Thankfully we managed to get the sample without bleeding too much ourselves. When we all survived that experience, we got in a puppy that had thrown himself out of the car window, leaving bits of his skin behind. That was pretty straight forward stitching operation- particularly after the puppy was properly sedated. During my lunch I wasn't too far away from the animal world either. I went to the park to have my sandwich and I threw bit of it to a pretty seagull- only being introduced few seconds later to his 49 mates! They were all flying over me, completely ignoring my personal space and one of them snatched the remains of the sandwich from my hands. I ran back to the relative safety of the surgery.

The last part of the day I was mentally more tested than physically. I'm rather particular about the queuing- I'll serve the people in the order that they'll come in. Which, to me, seems like a pretty fair deal. But people who can do queues well in the supermarkets, think that Vet's surgery is somehow different and you'd be served quicker if you'd a) look important or b) complain loudly of being really, very busy- much more so than anybody else. The Vet took a pity on me and helped to serve these "busy" people. Everything is relative, I suppose, but I wouldn't like to be in a position to decide who's time is more important. Form an orderly queue, please! Only the animals in acute distress can go past.