This morning there is cautious optimism. First, Bonaparte is definitely much better - he was upset not to go out, to take his revenge I think. He is putting weight on his sore leg. He is quite territorial - he has only fought two cats since arriving here over a year ago, Ginger Tom and now this black feral, but both of them moved in on his family home. The vet shaved his wounds yesterday so I could clean them and watch them, and told me to use Betadine on them. He also has antibiotics.
I was up most of the night, listening and going out. But after I did get to sleep someone came and ate half a bowl of fromage frais (cream cheese that kittens love) and some kitten food. To get to it you had to pass the cages in which I put Tom and Bilbo (adoptive kitten) for the night, and they made no fuss, so I think it had to be Nutkin. But there is no sign of him this morning. I went out round the fields at dawn, but since he has only had his name since last Saturday he does not come to it, and he still only half trusts me, so I think that it may be some time before I can catch him again, assuming he is around. Tonight I will leave the food out again in the back hall, but also put a trap in the yard. I just feel so sick - my stomach is churning and Iam nauseous. IF I hadn't panicked when I saw Bonaparte injured I would have been much more careful opening the car door.