I went to see Smokey.

He poo-ed on the coffee table. Luckily the stool was so hard and dry I could clean it up.

Missy was more relaxed after I patted her, but she was still hiding.

Smokey didn't eat until I played with him. He even rolled on the floor, 4 paws up.

Then he ate, had a big wash, and rested. He was still listening for foodsteeps though.

When I left, he showed me his tummy.

He is a good cat.