His spayed mother and his spayed sister knew that Trouble was away all day and that he wasn't "himself". He got neutered this morning and was looking for a place to flop after getting home and eating while still being a tad "whirly" from being knocked out with drugs. He jumped into my wife's bed to crash.

His mother Mister Mittens and his sister Shiloh jumped into bed with him and sniffed and licked him all over and understood that he wasn't like himself. They're giving him space but they won't leave him either.

Ah.........Trouble is just tired. That is what he "feels" right now.

He'll be rolling his toys around in a day or two...

The wife grabbed them all this evening and brushed them with her expensive cat brush.

All three of them stared at the ceiling and mewed with joy and closed eyes while planning an attack upon her and me.

You have to be careful with cats.