Her name is Lola (she is a showgirl...la...la..la..la.)
You can't see her baldiness on her chest in this pic. She doesn't like to show it off, anyway.
She's starting to relax around us now, and chats away to us both (when she hasn't got a mouthful of furry nether regions...............a girl after my own heart
)
Milo on the other hand, is starting to worry me
. When he does appear from his nest-of-asylum-in-the-drawer-under-the-spare-bed, he gives outward signs of being relaxed.
But he's far too thin (all this belly is scruffy fur) he's not eating well at all, and his coat is really manky.
He sleeps/hides for most of the day & can't even be bribed to make an appearance with the usual catty treats.
We shall try the tuna tonight, see if that has any effect.
Neither of them will let us look at their front paws. We can handle their rear paws, but they won't let us near their amputated bits.
There has been a bit of progress
. They have both wandered downstairs of their own accord a couple of times, but if there's any noise at all, they race back upstairs & under the bed. 
Mr Juju has planted up some grasses in pots for them to nibble at (and hopefully not barf hairballs everywhere
), which seems to be acceptable to Lola so far.And the best bit is that Mr Juju is smiling again!!
