In the wars

The little lad, that is. Came in from work to no greeting for a change, just saw him skulking behind the lounge door by chance. Matted fur on his rump, and a real attitude against me putting my hand anywhere near it. All kinds of odd sounds that you never hear in a happy cat.He's grumpy as hell, won't go outside and he's been using his litter tray rather than someone else's garden which he's not done in years. All was clearly not well, so a trip to the vets was booked; as it turned out his first ever non routine visit. A wodge of money later, I now have one grumpy pussy feeling very sorry for himself and glaring at me for holding him down while 'vetenary removed one large lump of his lovely fur to uncover an evil looking and smelling wound on his back, which was abscessing and filled with revolting smelling pus. Mainly cleared up, until he had enough and played the came of "climb dad's shoulder to escape" which he's not done since kittenhood. The vet's not sure if it's a fight wound or the result of a thorn or similar on a trip out, but fighting's my bet; there's that ginger tom across the square that he's been falling out with lately, that's suspect number one.

And that's pretty much done for my day. Many things to do have gone undone. I'm still up at half eleven instead of the nine when I planned to crash out. And I'm up in five hours. Joy. But gotten the big furnitur'y thing dropped off to Jules last night, which was good; always nice to socialise, the Mikey Moving Firm is cheaper than Pickfords (payment in beer rather than a couple of hundred for a van and blokes), and good to see her cat Mil's again, even with the very humiliating turd dragging incident and associated sulk at our hilarity. Nice gaff you've got there hun, a very civilised area of a very civilised town; must drag you guys to that excellent boozer just around the corner from you!