Max tried to wake me at 7am. He purred, jumped and kneaded, and finally Spencer who was in the bed box snarled at him, and he toned it down.

He slept in the kitchen last night, while Spencer slept with me. I think that is why he feels better this morning. He waited for me to scrap the fish on the newspapers so he could get at it better.

Kiki was here last night, and of course tried to be nasty to Max. I carried him away, and was bitten hard on the wrist. After that we locked up, and left him simpering outside. Hat came, but was too scared to stay. He ate a bit of the fish I gave him, and went back to attack the chicken carcass someone threw from the kitchen window.