No more baths

Lucky doesn't have to endure the Vetadine washes anymore.

We took him to the vet again last night, a different one this time, one that seems to have more wildlife experience. Not that we have any problem with the other vet we took him too, we still take our other animals there.

The vet had a look at him, then pulled a tuft of fur off, something that didn't impress him at all. She had a look at the fur under a microscope to see if he had lice or mites, which he didn't. She said that, what a lot of people call mange, actually isn't. Mange is caused by mites.

She gave us a tube of Neotopic-H lotion to put on him two or three times a day for the next few days. The lotion will not only be easier and less stressful to put on than the Vetadine, but it's also and anti-inflammatory and an anaesthetic.

He sat on Donna's lap last night while she applied the lotion and I cooked our dinner. Then Donna went and changed her clothes and washed her hair because he'd gone to the toilet on her, several times. She reckons it was paybacks. I reckon he was just proving that, apart from the skin problems and the hatred of those cruel humans that keep doing nasty things to him, everything else is perfectly healthy. He's still putting on weight as he should.

We've just about finished setting up an aviary outside for Mogwai, as he'll be moving into that in the next few weeks. He's getting a lot less attention now than he used to, although I might have to put a padlock on his cage to stop Sarah getting him out whenever she feels like it.

He's learnt to jump now, which can be a bit painful if you're his landing pad.