There is a snag - If I pick a poo tray up, in Clapton's mind it becomes a cat carrier and that will frighten him even more
Anyway, he moved to behind the sofa in the dining room for a while and the last time I went in, he was on one of the back cushions. He was a bit nervous but I spent ages fussing him and eventually he was nuzzling my hand and purring.
I have left him there drooling on the "Less than a year old real velvet sofa stuff with feathers" that was not cheap! (but is probably very comfortable for a poorly kitty
- Oh well, what can you do?
He did have some kind of Jaw injury AFAIK, he was a stray and in a real state with bald patches, sores etc when OH adopted him.
btw - I need to check if the VN clipped his talons as I requested - I'm sure she did