In the doghouse...errr...cathouse?
So I was clearing up the kitchen after breakfast and putting things back in the fridge. And of course Velvet being a cat, padded up to the fridge all silent and...well, cat-like. Of course I didn't hear him because cats are the masters of ninja stealth. So as I was opening up the fridge, it whacked him pretty hard on the backside.
Clearly I did this on purpose because I am being treated like an abusive cat slave. It's very humbling to have a cat turn up it's nose at you.
I figure he may forgive me in about a week.