Love Meeeeee(ow)

Moot in the camera. He's been in one of his unsettled moods. Everything is wrong and he's been telling the world how unhappy he is with all the wrongness.

Made me guiltily glad that I wasn't here. I feel rotten that G had to suffer all that, because I know just how soul-sapping it gets after 8 hours.

You can tell him all the doors are open, but they are the wrong doors. You can tell him that he's got fresh food, biscuits and water, but they are the wrong sort of food, biscuits and water. You can open the flat door to let him into the stairwell, but that's the wrong stairwell. You can open the terrace doors to let him out, but the out is wrong.

There is no direct German translation of the phrase that fits him best, so here is a World First - "Er ist ein totaler Schmerz im Arsch."

He's quiet now. Let's hope it lasts.

Ah no, meowing in the hall...