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The last time I had to go in for the dreaded -oscopy, many many years ago now, our normally standoffish cat Zaphod provided some much-needed comfort on the long, scary day before by - entirely out of character - sitting on me.

This week my terrible anxiety was, with the odd brief exception, firmly under control. Nonetheless, the ordeal of prepping for the procedure - which requires many hours alone with the bumper book of cryptic crosswords, if you take my meaning - was once again lessened by a cat. In this case, Frankus, a cat who looks and moves like a cross between a Boston terrier and a steam locomotive, whose blunt rectangular shape is punctuated by a comically short tail. Which he proceeded to chase, in an explosive series of rotations on the edge of the bathtub, for about five minutes. From time to time he lost target acquisition, then regained it, with a delighted shock and renewed vigour in his pursuit. Incredibly, he never fell into the tub. Eventually the inevitable happened: the quarry was captured, and suffered a thorough standing-on and washing. Quite frankly I was laughing so hard I nearly fell off the loo.

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[murasaki-1966.livejournal.com]

All my cats have been great helps when sick. Trixie has been "nursing" Iain and I though our last bout of the dreaded lurgy. Mostly by lying on the bed with us while we cough and wheeze.

Oh, so glad to hear you got through this okay.

I wished you's been able to record Frankus though.