Post 531 includes this photo. Maybe you noticed the message that showed up in the newspaper in the foreground:
Not to worry, though. After the mayhem, Andy settled down. I think he may have been looking for the treats he did not get today because he wasn’t a good boy when it came to taking his medicine. No medicine, no kitty treats! He came over to the box by the computer to watch me. After patting me on the arm several times, I think he finally got the hint: No treats for bad kitties!
Andy, Andy, Andy! What am I to do with you?