Poorly Puss

I can see a trip to the vet tomorrow, hopefully not the e-vet later tonight. Isla and Fred's encounters have been becoming more bad tempered. Cooking tonight and heard an almighty row outside. I found the two squaring up, with plenty hissing, and for once looks like Fred might have lead the ambush and got the better of her. 

Her tail has drooped (she normally has the most ridiculously active tail) and she's spent the last hour either sleeping or licking the underside of her tail. Not seen any evidence of any blood, but it's hard to look at her properly on my own, so waiting for Mel to get home. Hoping she's just had a huge fright and is now sleeping off stress, but I suspect that's not all there is.

Sigh.