If Vinnie could speak to me in words that I could understand, this is the sentence I reckon he would repeat the most!

Last night was the last official eye drop and tablets session. As ever, we had a quick bit of tumbling before he submitted to my command, mouth open, one and a half tablets in and chin rubbed.

Eye held open, drops in, chin rubbed.

Vinnie jumps like an olympic gold medal winner to the floor, looks at me, he gets small piece of ham for his trouble and to ensure that the tablets stay down.

This morning, we all get up, Vinnie has breakfast and then comes and sits at my feet after I had walked past and ignored him a few times.

I looked at him and told him that there were no tablets and no eye drops.

He looked at me as I had just told him that he could never eat again.

He snuffled about on the surface looking for his tablets and waiting for his ham.

Unlucky Kentucky!!!!

No tablets, no ham.

He must be feeling better as once he realised that he was not going to get collared, he ran round the flat at 80 miles per hours making his chirping noise and doing some rather grumpy meows!!

I think he was shouting out his disgust at the lack of ham feeding.

We can now safely assume that normal service will be resolved.

Let us hope that he now gets his sense of team spirit back and helps to keep Alfie away. That cat just does not get the message and no matter how many times I pick him up (he freaks out, and hates it), and no matter how often I spray him with water (that makes him swear at me and run like the wind), he insists on coming into the flat and annoying Vinnie.

I am at a loss as to why my boys do not defend their home and get all territorial.

Still, the fact that Vinnie has recovered in full, and that Scooter is now a lot less stressed (I think he could sense that Vinnie was off colour), lets hope the normal chaos continues.