Montezuma's a wounded pussy
Despite Annie's ministrations the weekend before, he still had a tiny little lump out of his tail when we left for the 'Uts on Friday, but by the time we got home on Sunday, he'd managed to lick it and pick at it until it's the size of a 10p coin. All oozy and nasty.
He's been to the vets for antibiotics and some ointment to dry it up, but in the meantime, he's got to wear a collar to stop him getting to it.
Liz is at home with him and has just sent me this:
He's all ready made it abundantly clear that he is Not Best Pleased, doesn't like the nasty purple pills and I've got a feeling that if we get through the next week without any feline inflicted wounds, it'll be a bloody miracle. He's already pissed all over the hall in disgust.