Unfortunately I don't see my cat very often, because he stays in Cagliari and I'm in Bologna. I can only stay with him during the summer and christmas time, when I come back home. Every time, like this christmas, I find him bigger and even more wounded. This time he had a bad injury at his belly. Last time, in summer, he had a scratch just a little bit over his eye. He could have been blinded. But this is his life, we choose to let him live like a cat, letting him go around in the neighborhood, fighting with other cats and banging the kitties. This is his life afterall.