Max was particularly difficult last night.

He stared at the corridor for the longest time, only coming in when it rained heavily. He didn't want anything, biscuits old toys basket towel new toys cat tent catnip pillows Sister J's clothes. He just walked in and out of the house looking grumpy. And he even escaped to the third floor. Luckily I found him in time. I leashed him up for 20 minutes so he would just sit down for a while, and be calm. He even rejected catnip. That was BIG news, he being such a nip addict.

Sister W suggested fresh nip, and Ma suggested a hair cut. I found a new bottle of catnip in the store room and let Max sniff at it. I wasn't sure if he was just too tired or it was the nip, he napped for 30 minutes after that while I watched TV. Then he had supper at 10.30pm, in front of the TV. It was good news, because sometimes he was so anal I MUST feed him at the kitchen entrance next to the scratch board.

Then he went to the cabinet to sleep. I moved him to my bed because Spencer might jump down from the wardrobe anytime. He seemed quite satisfied, and fell asleep in no time.

Spencer had been sleeping since 5pm, and I think she just slept on until this morning.