Well i don't know if it was something in the vet surgery or if the vet just spoke even better feral kittenlish than me, but both Minty and Mango didn't scratch, bite or even make a sound the entire time they were there.
So proud of our little fluffballs :-).
On that note, i also found out the other day that Minty and Mango have another brother and sister who were caught when they were 2.5 weeks old. Both now happily domesticated, although "Angel" is apparently not overly enamoured with one of her new house mates.
No cycling to report, as my body was particularly unimpressed with my current sleep regime and DEMANDED an extra couple of hours sleep. However i made up for that with a few frantic hours of mowing on our block this afternoon, which would have been followed by some frantic whipper snipping if not for my hitherto bulletproof Kaaz chucking a tantrum.
Predictably, as soon as i headed back to the home farm and attempted to demonstrate the problem to the old man, it was back to it's usual self. Very amusing.
A bit of a spin tomorrow morning before work, then a solid weekend of riding.