Upon getting home from work today, Pepper was waiting for me, curled up on the sofa. Just as well as I wanted him. He was soon not to pleased when I shut all the doors and kept him because I had to take him to be ‘listened to’ by nice Mr Hart. It turns out that his heart rate is down to something approaching normal for at cat facing a trip to the vets, and his heart murmur is no worse. Together with my report that he seems to be a bit more spritely of late, Mr Hart doesn’t want to see him again for another six months.

So that’s good Pepper. Just keep taking those tablets! 🙂