Merde, merde and thrice merde: it’s back. And I managed to make it a whole lot worse when I brushed Louis Catorze:
Cat Daddy is cross with me for brushing him. But we can’t just stop doing it, since Catorze’s skin allergy issues are so much better when he’s regularly brushed. Plus I didn’t just brush that one spot (obviously); the fur came off from all over.
We really don’t know what to do now. In the past even the vet has been at a loss. No doubt there are tests and biopsies and whatever else that we could do to find out more, but Catorze isn’t the best patient, and I don’t feel it’s worth putting him through the stress for something that isn’t remotely bothering him. But it’s baffling. And it makes our “It must have been some other black cat” statement – the one we trot out whenever Catorze causes trouble in the neighbourhood – all that more difficult to believe.
So I’m going to leave it and see what happens. Well, I know exactly what will happen: the fur will grow back, then disappear, then grow back, then disappear, and this will go on forever, like some very annoying perpetual motion device.
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