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.
Here’s Socks, trying not to look too smug:
Scrabble stole a march on everyone by sneaking into
my Mozart’s her rocking chair while the Silly Fluffs argued over food.
…this has been your Thursday afternoon cat report from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.
One thought on “Mozart, After; plus bonus pics!”
God, he looks like a sheep after shearing. I do not blame him for being annoyed!
Harvey (with two short-haired alley cats.)