How well I know my cats...

Well, as predicted, I was "punished" this morning. No CJ.

Yesterday afternoon when I went to pick him up, it was heart wrenching. When they brought him out to me, he was so incredibly stressed. He had refused to eat all day. He was visibly upset- shaking, eyes dilated and looking around like he was in the cross hairs...

We got home and I took the carrier on the porch to let him out. It was so funny (yet sad) to watch him. He couldn't believe he was home. He ate his snacks, his canned food, and some of his beloved Kit and Kaboodle. He walked all around the yard, purring, sniffing and marking territory. He rubbed against me and happily meowed. I stayed outside with him probably 30 minutes, only going in once for something, because he stood outside the door and yowled for me to come back out.

When I finally did go inside, I checked on him through the window several times and saw him happily surveying his kingdom from his shaded spot under the truck.

Like I expected, he was not outside this morning. I will most likely see him this evening or tomorrow morning. After all, he had to show me who's in charge.