If anyone’s still wondering, the cat hasn’t come back yet.
Why would he? There’s plenty of food outside, and it’s only, what, eleven degrees below zero.
Why would he want to come back home when he can spend quality time in a warm, musty basement somewhere, in the company of lovely female cats (with whom, incidentally, he is physiologically incapable of starting a family)?
Why would he miss us, if all we ever did to him was force-cuddle, shower him with toys, and stuff him with the best possible food and countless treats?
Why would he miss his brother? Who wants hours of playtime interspersed with naps curled together on the sofa?
Why, if he came back, we’d think less of him. His brother certainly would, what with all the spoiling and the treats he’s been getting as he has regained his Only Kitty position.