Tim Dowling: whatever the vet thinks, my cat is not called Graham

‘I’ve taken the cat to the vet before,’ I tell my wife. I don’t say it was so long ago that it was a different vet. And a different cat

When I wake, my left eyelid is heavy and sore to the touch, as if I had been punched the previous evening. I don’t recall this happening, but I suppose short-term memory loss could be another symptom. Maybe I’m in a motel room, I think, the floor strewn with empty bottles, my car still in flames outside.

But I’m in my own bed, left eyelid half-shuttered and, as I will soon discover, red and swollen.

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