A visit from a Parisian?

TT.is not her usual self, a little bit down, maybe something she has eaten, Trump! Trump! could it be, maybe, is it possible, a little bit of bad bamboo? Trump! Trump! Yesterday I intimated that our bamboo was sourced from Ireland, silly me, after all how could bamboo possibly be cultivated in a country with such a climate. No, our bamboo is grown and harvested in or near Amsterdam in the Netherlands.This piece of info,and a good telling off , was conveyed to me this morning by the semimonkey. Point taken, I stand corrected.Anyway, back to the present.I'm a little bit worried, we had a visitor yesterday evening, all of a sudden she was there, white coat,pen in one hand, notebook in the other. She looked very different from our usual visitors.They are always, without exception happy and smiling,exclaiming,Ooh! and Ahh! and other expressions of joy.Whilst her,our visitor in the white coat had on her pale face a very sad expression, how unusual. She never,at any time looked either of us in the eye. She raised the hand holding the notebook above her head and motioned TT. to do the same with her paw.TT. either did not understand or because she had a sore shoulder,the damp weather maybe, she could not or did not do what she was asked to do. Our visitor wrote something in her notebook.I caught a glimpse of the logo on the front of her notebook, only a glimpse mind you, I could be wrong but I think it read, ATOSSAR. ,most likely some sort of Government Dept.More for us to worry about!