The cats were wild last night. We heard a lot of chasing and hissing. Clearly a big brouhaha. This morning at the wet food feeding, Elle did not show. I feared the worst. She always comes for breakfast. Nope. She remained hidden – wherever. When she doesn’t’ want to be found, there’s no way. At last she was seen slinking cautiously across the dining room. She hid under the cover at the end of the bed. I fed her. I hope she will get back to feeling that everyone is not picking on her today. Yeah, yeah, I’ve had days like that myself. So on this one point, I have lots of empathy.