Mozart, After; plus bonus pics!

[rolanni]

Mozart is home from his ordeal and is of course exhausted.  Here, he observes the gooshy food that ought to be his, except that his sub-intelligent and unfeeling minion has instead given to Socks.

Mozart's new look

Here's Socks, trying not to look too smug:

Socks, being not very smug

Scrabble stole a march on everyone by sneaking into my Mozart's her rocking chair while the Silly Fluffs argued over food.

Scrabble in the comfy chair

...this has been your Thursday afternoon cat report from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

You're welcome.

Comments

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

He's almost over it now. But we had a bad few hours when he wouldn't even look at me.

[catlinye-maker.livejournal.com]

That's always distressing; I often wish we could let them know they'll be happier after whatever it was we did to upset them.

Nobody does cold shoulder with a side of tragicat better than the kitties. Last time we offended her ladyship she even refused her favorite treats placed under her nose, though she sometimes spoils the sulk/woekitty effect by peeking from time to time to be sure that we're sufficiently impressed by the suffering.