I've had the results of the biopsy on the tumour they removed from my liver and it was cancerous, so it's a good job they took the cowin' thing out. I'll be on painkillers for the rest of me life for the arthritis in my spine and I am very anaemic which is why I can't be arsed to move me arse much.
But, as the sun is shining brightly this morning, I thought I'd risk getting off the settee to sit in the sun and warm me naked and magnificently scarred (oh yes) belly.
It's a good spot down here 'cos I can keep an eye on the kitchen worktops to check whether any juicy tit bits might be materialising. There's always hope.
Aha! I thought I might be in luck.
Note how I'm still too weak to bend down to my food bowl.
Mind you, that's why one employs ones slaves.
The big-fella has still got a morbid fascination for my naked belly. If you look closely you can see the scar. It's a 5-incher at least. It shows how brave I am and makes me even more adorable than ever, evidently, so it's a win-win.
I've heard on the grapevine that I've gotta go back to the Vets on Monday to have the stitches out.
Have I mentioned that I don't like going to the Vets?
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