Trouble seems to be doing well.  Yesterday he seemed to be much
improved, in that he was actually coming up to me & Mr Mogget, wanting
to be cuddled.

His wound looks clean - fingers crossed, especially since last time I
thought it was clean and it wasn't - and today the centre centimetre of
his six-inch zombie Frankenstein's cat wound actually looks like it's
knitted.

Many thanks for all the purrs.  They have done their usual magic.