A while back, France introduced new license/registration/number plates which come into force when you buy a new or used car. The plate design no longer carried departement numbers and there was a huge outcry from the public. So the government gave in and said that a panel on the right side of the plate would have the number. Any number; the number of your choice. If it would make you feel better to have people think you live on the Côte d'Azur, then you just go ahead and buy 06 number plates, never mind you live in Alsace on the German border.
I have seen the urologist, anaesthesiologist and the dentist this week. The anaesthesiologist looks too young to be a doctor. This is a first for me. With his youth and stubble, he looks as though he ought to be out on his motorcycle mugging old ladies. But he was nice enough to order thyroid tests, so I won't have to go see my endocrinologist.
Teeth are O.K. and cleaner.
Van-Ly has just had a false pregnancy. (And good thing false, too!) I'm told that, in the wild, when a bitch in the pack is pregnant, the others have false pregnancies and produce milk so that if anything happens to the mother, the babies will survive. How clever.
Of course, she hates it and won't go near it, but Van-Ly was in her nesting phase, so she used it.
Now, neither of them will use it, but it's still serving its purpose. It's blocking the wall.