Oh No!

Molly has bronchitis again, poor little sausage. She's OK in herself - as she always is, our little trooper - bright as a button in fact. My theory is that she doesn't realise or understand that she can whinge and moan when she's sick, yet. It will come I'm sure, joy.

She's had a cough and cold off and on now for about three weeks, nothing too serious. But I began to get concerned when a couple of bouts of coughing stopped her playing with Daddy - that is a very serious thing indeed in our house, nothing interrupts rough and tumble with Daddy!

So, off we went to the Docs, and away we came with antibiotics and already she seems much, much better.

Of course, through this whole time she has not been able to resist Phoebe. Our poor cat is seriously tormented at times (thank God for her - generally - good natured attitude to small annoyances). This picture is the afternath of a prolonged battle, can you tell from the cheeky face? She has discovered that she can make the cat sing several different notes depending on the severity of the yank on her tail... poor Phoebe.