Just a quick update on Benny.

I'm writing this, because I periodically get emails from readers, checking up on how the little guy is doing. Some of you may not give a toss about him, or his brother, or Miles, in which case, I'd skip this. You know me, there'll be something more amusing along here soon.

His insulin dosage was upped to three units last week, so we were back at the vet's again last night, for blood tests to see how that's working for him.

This is such a regular trip for him, that we don't even bother with the cat-carrier. He just sits on my lap in the truck, squawking away at me. Occasionally he climbs over to the back seat, and starts telling me where I'm going wrong with my driving.

All the nurses remember and adore him, as we wait. I wait on the bench in the seating area. Benny waits, by marching around the reception area, behind the desk, making sure he's squawked hello to every member of staff, before coming out into the main area, and inspecting every client and their pet.

Eventually, his inspection completed, he hops up on the bench next to me, and we wait together.

We were seen, as ever, by the lovely Dr M, who. charmed Benny by feeding him a constant stream of treats, and me by smiling. As if that smile wasn't nice enough, she (knowing my unemployed state), fixed the bill, so that we only got charged for the blood test, and not her (considerably more expensive) veterinarian’s time. Doc, if you read this, THANK YOU.

His insulin has to go up to two shots a day, which for a cat as skinny as he is these days, can't be a whole lot of fun.

We drove back in the rain - yes actual rain in Colorado! Wonders never cease!

Benny stayed on my lap, quite still, watching the rain on the windscreen, and occasionally trying to reach over to the stereo and change the old CD i had on. I think he still thought I had Dummy in the changer.