He was sleeping when we went in to see him and he seemed quite at peace, what with Sheila Majid on his newspaper, he almost looked innocent.
But before our visit, I had called to enquire how he is. Apparently, he was intimidating a fellow (unsuspecting) cat who walked by to visit him. How did he intimidate that cat? He looked. Yes, he just LOOKED.
But he was clearly quite unhappy. My husband said it was more of a bruised ego than anything else. A "mafia taikor" caught and "jailed" (and neutered), which taikor would be happy?
But when I talked with him, he seemed alright. He was calm and there was no hissing.
Oops, I spoke too soon.
But it wasn't me who patted his back, though! It was my friend who wanted to test his reaction as he seemed unusually still, silent and stealthy.
We spent some time with him and then bade him farewell.
Cheer up, Mr Quack. At least you're safe from testicular cancers now....
Mr Quack needs this!!!
(as suggested by Connie, and I agree!)