I reached home after 9pm tonight. Mera was sitting at the garden. He saw me, yawned, stretched and had a scratch at the tree trunk. I wanted to carry him home to the 5th floor, but the lift was spoilt. So I carried him upstairs. He was grumbling all the way. When I reached the house, his owner told me he just went down. Oops. That was why he was whinging all the way. Anyway, he went back into the house in disgust.

Hat ran up when he heard my keys. He was very hungry and ate heartily.

As for Max's haircut, well, it went well. He was quiet and well behaved, and the groomer did the job in 45 minutes instead of 2 hours. The result is not as ugly as thought. And Max even looked happy and relaxed. I was so relieved. I think the groomer gave him a buzz cut instead of a shave. Apparently now he is running about in the house. Maybe he feels much lighter. Silly boy. Anyway, I am glad.