Remember when I said the Black was just doing what cats do? and he was probably grouchy because his ears were abcessed? Well, QED! Today I went out to feed 'em and he was standing right next to Big John, shoulder to shoulder. I petted Big John and let my hand slide over onto the Black's back, and he leaned right into it and purred! I worked my way up to his ears and there's a bit of crust behind 'em but he let me fool with 'em, so they've obviouslyburst and aren't sore any more. He headbumped me like we were old pals, so I gave him a good scritching and told him I'd bring some Revolution for him Sunday; I want to keep those ears clear till they're all healed up. I'll see if I can sneak a finger into those ears and see if they're dirty; thank goodness they're not crumpled like Big John's. Got some better pictures of him too:
Hah! Told 'em so. "Mean cat" indeed; I got your mean cat right here, lady!
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