Day 800

I am Stan’s human. He has been very lazy recently and not kept up his blog. He had a bad summer when it was very hot – 40 degrees – and I wet his coat to try and cool him down. Then he went and lay on a hot stone step so I think I chilled him too much. We were besieged with foxes which he didn’t like. Anyway he got giardia and was very unwell. I took him to the vet who turned out to be a cat whisperer. Stan hates all humans, apart from Agi the cleaner, but he really loved this lady. Alison. She told me that since she was three or four she knew she had this affinity with cats. Stan was calm – and so was I! However he was really clever at spitting out the blue pills she gave us and I found them under the furniture but his symptoms stopped and he has been fine ever since.