It can, admittedly, be hard to know what Lola is thinking at the best of times, and this probably isn't the best of times for her. But how does one judge the effect of absence on a cat who has been used to a bossy, male, older-by-a-few weeks cat for almost all of her seventeen years? For now she is Cat One. It's very sad to see that she looks even more melancholy in a photograph than she does making her slow, somewhat arthritic progress around the house. She's displaying no apparent signs of a new lease of confidence. To be sure, she's eating, and drinking, and not overtly pining. But what is going on in her little tabby head?