My cat is a bit stupid. He's a tad skinny due to his refusal to eat very much, and yet he still doggedly defends his territory against some of the meatier moggies who patrol the warzone that is our front garden.
Often he comes out second best, and this usually necessitates a trip to our local vets who only charge us £50 (on average) to sort him out. Though this seems a rip-off to me (and if my wife didn't insist, I'd be loath to pay out for the silly little sod), I've no doubt that we'd pay the same price anywhere else.
However, at least when they treat him, they offer a friendly service which their customers appreciate, as evidenced by the book of thank you cards that sits in the waiting room, many of which have been sent in by owners whose furry friends now have an appointment at the big vet's in the sky. Warning: do not open unless you're unafraid of being seen crying in public. read more