Even though Caoimhe doesn’t go out much, and doesn’t seem to do any hunting these days, as she’s either asleep on my shoulder in my bed all day, or in her cardboard box with pals in the evening, roasting in front of the wood-burning stove, she does eat the odd mouse which Buidheag or someone brings in for her. Buidheag does indeed have (ordinary) intestinal worms, so all of the cats are being treated at the moment with the stuff that goes on the back of their necks. Beileag and Tom are the last ones to be done.