Raedthinn has been acting very strange last few weeks (he has been increasingly attempting to get my attention, for purposes unknown); today he has basically lost his voice and acts like he’s miserable. Spent much of the day hiding under the same bed he hid under after his recent dental escapades. Attacked me when I petted his belly. So tomorrow afternoon I’m taking him in to get checked. I suppose it could well just be One Of Those Things, but his behavior has been “off” enough to make me uncomfortable.

Here’s Fingers using Raedthinn’s face as a pillow.

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UPDATE:

The vet gave Raedthinn  the once-over and found… nothing. Temperature normal, innards normal, his teeth and jaw, which I’d worried about, normal. One of the main drivers in taking him to the vet was that he’d lost his voice; at the vet he yelled his damfool head off in protest. Apparently nothing physically wrong with him, but the vet suspected a psychological issue. So as a result, I brought Raedthinn him with a bottle of meds… but not meds for Raedthinn. Instead, some sort of anti-jackassery juice for Bruce. Seems chances are good that Raedthinn is just sick and tired of Bruce’s hijinks. So Bruce has had his first dose; so far, he’s acting like a calm cat. We’ll see if that relaxes Raedthinn.