I was alerted to this situation by a tw**t from guest writer Matthew Cobb (he sent it to me, as I don’t do Twi**er):
He’s feeling miserable in a box under a table, purring to himself. Nasty puncture wound to lower lip. You should see the other cat!
I’m not going to try and clean the wound up as that will distress him more. He’s ok for the night I reckon, then the vet’s first thing for some antibiotics.
Here’s poor Ollie:
When I visited Matthew in Manchester a few years ago, and was introduced to his cats Ollie and Pepper, I lifted up Ollie to cuddle him, and he promptly batted my nose, making it bleed copiously. While I much regret his current state, I can’t help but see the retributive paw of Ceiling Cat in this.
Best wishes to Ollie.
[EDIT/UPDATE: Ollie is back from the vet’s, full of anti-inflammatories and antibiotics. Doesn’t look like he’ll need stitches. He can’t eat anything as his mouth hurts, but he should be better in a few days. Many thanks for the best wishes. Matthew Cobb (pp. Ollie)]