He'll have a chapter in my memoir

As frequent readers will know, our little tomcat Raoul has a size XL personality. He likes to shower with us, he likes to eat beans and spicy food, and he chases crumpled balls of paper across the house like a puppy. He's got these handsome stripes and he knows it, and these cute little lynx-like ear tufts. He also is very accustomed to being the master of his domain, for it is written: pity the fly that dare to enter our home, for the great predator will find it and paw at it until it can't fly away anymore. It's written here at least.
What he doesn't have, is a lot of hair. He is actually balding on his little ears. The vet had no clear insight, but gave us a super mix of soothing, anti-inflammatory, anti-bacterial anti-fungal drops to rub on his bald ears for a few weeks. The drops are kept in the fridge. While he normally isn't keen on having someone mess with his ears, he really loathes having cold slimy drops rubbed on them, but in his oddly passive way. If one of us holds him, he doesn't struggle while the other puts drops on, he just tries to fold that ear away so far it retracts. Inevitably, the few hair left on his ears look even more pitiful, greased together and dark in contrast to his naked ears. The balding doesn't seem to be improving yet- but it also hasn't spread. Perhaps this is some kind of alpha cat pattern baldness, maybe we can try rogaine for felines next. More likely, he will feature in my memoirs as the slightly bald, home-bound comic relief.