Spencer's exasperation with Max was caught on camera. But she is too much of a lady to actually exhibit it outright, unless Max tails her or ambushes her.

I re-arranged the furnitures today. I know cats don't like changes, so it is still the same old furnitures, in different locations, and I found more hiding place for them.

Spencer and Max couldn't sleep a wink, and Max was particularly vexed because I won't feed him biscuits until I finished the housework. By 1pm, his eyes were caked with discharges, as if he had been crying really hard. Sigh. But no more diarrhoea though.

When I came back from the supermarket at 4pm, Spencer is sleeping behind the sofa drape, and Max on my cabinet. Now he is outside, since it is breezier.