Kitty, says the vet, is losing his fur on his tummy, tail and back legs because he is stressed.
You thought I was exaggerating about the garden devastation next door, didn't you? But Kitty and I are now officially stressed. Poor Kitty. He has a new place he sits these days. I thought it was because he liked it. But he is obviously anxiously watching over his domain, looking at the spot his favourite pohutakawa tree used to be, and wondering, like me, what they will cut down next.
Poor Kitty. I've given him some cat nip. He's sitting beside me purring. I think I'll have chocolate for lunch.