Cat Stab Constellation

I’d not seen the cat for about six days and was reminded by his proximity to the icy hand of death by the new constellation of war wounds he had on his head.  The ones I had seen before my departure were largely healed and those that were even older were covered again in fur.  One of his new wolverine claw marks was in the same place as another roughly a year ago.  I should start documenting them to see if they’re cyclical then maybe I can create the cat calendar.