Wu has bald bits.
I noticed them yesterday when I found clumps of fur lying about.
So I took my life in my own hands and decided to comb him. More fell out with follicles attached so I stopped combing and de-flea-ed him instead.
Today, I gave the matter some more thought and did the flea test (comb, wet tissue paper to see if the detritus turned red). It didn’t. So I made a vet appointment.
This is Wu’s Waiting-Room face. We went in and it was decided that Wu had been in a fight. He weighed in at over 5 kg (I conveniently forget) and somewhere out there is a dead tiger.
As we were going to the vet anyway, I bunged Lambie (Pongo just doesn’t not suit him as a name) into another cat travel box.
Lambie was examined thoroughly. He had gone off his legs this morning and I had spent all day worrying about him, trying to keep him warm, fed and comfortable.
(and perhaps getting more and more attached).
Lambie was given an antibiotic injection, some Vitamin C and I was told to get him walking. He may have meningitis or joint ill but either way I need all your fingers crossed. Staff Nurse BeAnne, who has decided she is not hungry, is offering support.
Still don’t trust her, though!