Patches now looks like a cat and not a fur-cover sack of bones, and is healing pretty well. He loves Darkness, provider of chicken, is ambivalent toward me, cleaner of wounds, and hates Jack, territorial antagonist. This is hard on me, as Patches O'Growley, is often no gladder to see me than he is Jack and Jack outright rushes Patches for exiting the kitchen (though Patches has claimed the kitchen as his territory and can chase Jack out when the mood strikes him). We've even started dosing them with a calming medication in their water dishes. With time, I hope, they'll be able to hang out in the same room without feeling threatened.