Six Days, Five Nights

When last we saw Mister, he was trudging off to "the spa". When he returned, he was remarkably more humble. He was a happy puppy for several days . . . until the cats arrived.

We can see the strain of restraint in his face when the cats camp out on his door step. His innards turn icy cold and he is astonished at the calmness in his thinking. After all, he tried to eat the painter and the handyman. But now, the cats seemed to be swarming. They've been trying to encircle him, a vicious feline trap. But he is experienced, wily.

Thus far, the tilt is a stalemate.

Meanwhile, the days have turned warm and sunny. The effects of Beale and the French Quarter have mostly worn off. The Mayor has taken to surveying his domain . . . which is about four houses in either direction.

Not to worry, he usually comes back.