Well, it looks like I'm not out of the woods yet. Here's the latest photo of my eye, taken last week. My specialist, Chloe, is in discussions with her colleague about whether or not they should rip it out. I'm trying not to think about it.
Welcome to my blog. Ellen thinks it will help me understand myself better. She keeps telling me my behaviour is socially unacceptable. But isn't a cat supposed to hiss, bite and scratch? Wouldn't you get grumpy if you got dragged to the vet every second month? I don't think I'm abnormal. When I'm not sleeping I stare out windows, or eat, or stalk the perimeter of the garden to make sure there are no intruders. You know, typical cat stuff. I only attack people sometimes. But read on and judge for yourself . . .
PS Ellen may rue the day she made me do this. If therapy she wants, then therapy she'll get. (Devilcat indeed!)