I knew he would make a dash for freedom when he heard me getting the pet carrier ready, but this time I was one step ahead of him, having locked the cat flap. Reluctantly, he crept into the carrier.
Muhammad also doesn't like the car.
"You're lucky," I told him. "At least I managed to get some petrol. If I hadn't, we'd be going by train."
"If we could find a seat between the mountains of secret government documents." Mumbled Muhammad grumpily.
* * *
The journey to the vets was slow but quite uneventful, at least until we passed the house of a well-known local magistrate.
"What the hell are those idiots doing up there?" Exclaimed Muhammad, pointing his paw at two figures on the roof of the house dressed in what looked like Batman and Robin outfits.
"Oh, they're just two guys from he local branch of Fathers 4 Justice." I replied nonchalantly.
"Well I hope they don't fall off." Said Muhammad. "How much further to go?" He asked impatiently.
* * *
The vets were busy. In the waiting area Muhammad got chatting to a Maine Coon, who told him that she had just come to the country from America.
"You must have been in quarantine then?" Asked Muhammad.
"Yes, twenty-six weeks." Replied the Maine Coon. "And I didn't have rabies."
"That must have been awful, incarcerated for so long when you didn't need to be."
"Yes it was. Did you hear the Government wants it increased to 42 weeks?"
"But that doesn't make sense. All the experts agree that 26 weeks is long enough."
"When has the Government listened to experts?"
"Muhammad Bolch?" Called the vet.
That brought the conversation to an end.