So we were out all day yesterday, although DH came home early and fed the cats before coming back to the event we were at.
We were up late this morning and all the cats are being dicks about it.
(Fat Boi has just brought me a genuinely mahoosive caterpillar with drool all over it.)
The knobber, though, is The Tank, who has disappeared for the day. I know where the sod is, I think: all three of the other cats are hanging around a disused shed three doors up from us, that he spends a lot of time sleeping on top of. He's not stuck in it - he's not crying or thumping about - and there's no way he could have got into it without being able to get out, if you see what I mean.
He's just being a wanker. We were an hour late giving him his breakfast and he's decided to supplement his diet with a spot of mouse murder, I'm sure of it.
He is in SO much trouble when he gets home.