This afternoon I helped my friend take her Maine Coon cat, Harley,(on the left) for his annual check-up and jabs.

Harley is not exactly small,(12 lbs of fluff!)and doesn’t like cars, so rounding him up, getting him in his carrying box, and in and out of the vet’s, is a two-woman job.

Then he screams all the way there, only stopping when the car stops at lights and roundabouts. Maine Coons have very distinctive voices – male and female, have a high-pitched bird-like squeak , it sounds like an irate peacock when he isn’t happy.

Once in the vets he was fine – jumping off the examination table, wandering round the room and not even noticing when the jab went in.

We knew the vet was very impressed with him, but didn’t realise how much until we were back in reception and were told that when the vet had taken H to be weighed he had paraded him around all the nurses and receptionists.

All this admiration could turn his head, if it wasn’t for the fact he is a bear of very little brain!