It's about 9:30am and Emlyn is catching some rays as he stretches out on his settee.
You'd be forgiven for thinking that he has the life but all is not what it seems.
He has been to the Vets twice in the last few days (he's off his food and something ghastly is going on in his innards) and unbeknown to him, he's about to be put in his travel box for yet another visit. He doesn't like the box and he certainly doesn't like the vets so let's not begrudge him this little bit of 'me time'.
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