The Poisoned Finger

Robbie has been up to his old tricks again alliteration on the theme of F. On this occasion the cat was not the target of his outburst - it was me! On Sunday morning when I woke up he waved a red and swollen finger in front of me and announced that he'd got a load of green pus out of it the previous evening. I didn't like the sound of that and I insisted that it has to be treated and dressed to get all the gunk out. His outburst was not because I was hurting him, I was apparently making him look like a freak by putting a plaster on his finger. Some of the F words were flaming, freak and finger, but I will leave the others to your imagination! His finger is much better now, so it was worth putting up with the indignity of a plaster after all!