Paper tiger

This morning I took Mr Cat to the vet for a routine inoculation. My "Mr Cat and a half" as Chris called him recently is a big male (currently weights 10.4 kg), he is approximately 14 years old and you can tell by the way his ears look, that he was been a fighter in his youth. This impressive animal was reduced to a trembling heap of fur by the sight of a nice lady vet, who did nothing more then check his teeth and give him a jab. Like all stressed cats he immediately developed lots of dandruff and tried to hide in the corner of his transportation box. Man or mouse? Mouse, obviously.

(He is ok again now, snoring on the table.)