Woke up at 7am by sounds of cats fighting outside the window. Luckily the Myanmar neighbour stamped her foot to chase them away. One of the cats had a bell. Then some cat jumped onto my bed. I thought it was Max.

10 minutes later, Max started to yowl outside. Loudly.

It was Spencer on my bed. She jumped down once I woke up.

Max had escaped by jumping out through the window. I do not know how long he had been out for. Based on the timing, he could have been fighting with Mera. And God knows how much Friskies he head gorged himself on. I opened the door, and he slinked in immediately.

Spencer is very pissed off with Max now. She was snarling, and bit Sister S.

1) He beat up her beau
2) He ate up all her biscuits by the water bowl ( tell tale blonde fur and water all around )
3) He made a HUGE mess at the litter bin ( BIG paw prints )

I fed Max a bit of breakfast at 8am, he wasn't very hungry.

Spencer is snoozing by the laptop. It looks like she hasn't been sleeping much, even though last night when I went to bed at 11pm, she was snuggling in the mandarin box with her blankie.