Poor chap!

My name is Susan and I'm a neurotic crazy cat lady. Since his tree escapades yesterday, Wesley has been lethargic and subdued. I put it down to stress and spending a day stuck in a tree chasing squirrels.

I set out for work this morning, but as the day drew on, I started to feel uneasy. Google didn't help and I started to worry that Wes might have internal injuries and as cats can't vocalise their pain, I wouldn't know about it and he could die. Yes this is genuinely how I think.

So I phoned the vets and we agreed I'd take him in for a check-up. I left work and decided to work from home this afternoon to look after him.

We're now back from the vets, my purse £40 lighter, but he doesn't have internal injuries - just bruising. It's not a lot to pay for peace of mind; I'd never have forgiven myself if anything had happened to him because I didn't take him.

Anyway, he's had an anti-inflammatory and a painkiller for his physical pain, but the vet also thinks he's psychologically taken a beating. Apparently he wouldn't have climbed the tree to catch the squirrels as thought, it's more likely that some bullying neighbourhood cat has chased him into it and scared him so much he wouldn't come down.

I thought his days of being bullied were over, but apparently not. Poor chap!