Emergency surgery

Today was unbearably hot and humid, and Ted went for a roll in the weed patch. He picked up a cluster of very sticky seeds just to the right of his nose, on his neatly trimmed moustache, which he rubbed, scratched and pawed at until all the fur was twisted into a hard lump.
You can just see it in the photo before I wrapped him in a big towel and got Mr F to hold him tight as I cut it all off.
Goodness knows what his mummy (my daughter) will think when she arrives tomorrow to find him with lopsided facial fur!