I told Tiggie I would formally apologise on my blog.
And that I would post pictures of him posing where he looked really good.
I'm truly sorry for hurting your feeling Tiggie.
I will try harder to do better in the future.
(Please note that the flute of champagne was mine, not Tiggie's. It was pink champagne, with a splash of blood orange and a drop of grenadine. A lovely Sunday morning brunch drink; and lord knows I needed a drink that morning...living with that nutty cat would drive anyone to drink. He himself had a gin and tonic later.)
And just to keep peace in the family, here is a picture of Hart playing with his new knitted catnip filled snake from Grandma D.
He bit the dickens out of that snake. Scary it was. Bells jingling and back feet flying...Hart is one furious fighting cat when he is dueling against catnip snakes.