After writing about what a lovely life he had last week, Humphrey has not had the best of times this week.

On Monday I noticed his eye was closing up and he slept a lot.  As the week progressed I realised that he’d been fighting because scar tissue was forming on the top of his head and his fur was matted.  On Thursday whatever was there burst and horrible smelling pus oozed out.  Yuk.

So Friday we had a trip to the vet.  Now I don’t mind going to the vet.  It’s a lot of fun watching the owners though of course I always feel sorry for the animals.  It’s a much more sociable outing than going to the doctor.

This time we had the pleasure of listening to two very vocal Siamese.  Very loud, very annoyed and very persistent.

Humphrey meanwhile sat in his box and sulked.  Ten minutes with the vet and he was minus some fur (amazing that he didn’t savage the vet at that point) and stuffed with anti-biotic and anti-inflammatory injections.

I was minus £50.  Ah well I love him really. 

All I have to do now is get two pills down his throat every day… and keep him in.  Impossible.  The keeping him in that is.  My strategy is to let him out for ten minutes before I feed him.  Then disappear so he won’t harrass me to go out.

We’ll see.