Cat's Blood

Toutatis arrived after being gone for more than 12 hours, which was peculiar seeing that he is always around the compound. As all the six cats gathered for their dinner, I noticed a drop of wine red liquid on the mosaic floor. I had not served wine to the Old Ones recently and this drop seemed more brown than wine purple. I quick look around Tou-tout revealed a lesion in his right buttock, and it was staining his beige fur. The Brown Monster was certainly busy, I think.

I stauched up the bleeding as well as I could, with Tou-tout trying his best to avoid me, and I dabbed calendula cream over the wound. Now instead of bleeding, the blood pooled around the wound and hopefully, by tomorrow, it would have dried somewhat.

But the Brown Monster must be dealt with ere he attacks again and perhaps Sloppy may this time be the victim. A trap? A lasso? A snare? The ways are endless but to find the more humane one is difficult; I prefer to deal with him in a more psychological manner than physical.