Despite the Head Cold from Hell, I feed the cats on schedule. (Because if I’m late I’m surrounded by reproachful felines with huge, accusing eyes, that’s why.)
So I was crawling out of bed this morning on day 6 of this pestilential cold, and I heard Squeaky yowling on the other side of the bedroom door, plus this odd thumping, thudding noise. I open the door, there’s Squeaky and Rainy. No Mingo. I wander from room to room calling him. No Mingo. And trust me, he’s always on time for meals. I go into the bathroom and see photo below.
Anyway, I was simultaneously feeling dreadful and laughing like crazy, which is why only the one crummy shot. In case you can’t figure out WTF you are looking at, Ming had rammed his head into a tissue box and was unable to get it out. I don’t think he was stuck for very long, and he wasn’t hurt, although he seemed reluctant to discuss it.