Well, he has struck again. He managed to go 10 days without getting into bother, though it isn't his fault.
He went out just before 5 this morning for a quiet crap, and was jumped by the neighbourhood ginger thug. I had to go out and separate the pair of them who were going at it, hammer and tongs. Cha-Cha was limping off his front left leg, which I could see, was bleeding.
He has spent the day behind the couch, where he doesn't have to climb up or down. The living room now boasts a tray with his food on it and a litter tray (pro tem). He has been out for some food, limping of course, but seems reasonably OK otherwise.
I think we need to get the thug trapped and his nuts cracked. He is a bloody menace.