Actually, he didn't have to forgive me, because he never did find out what had happened. He came back in a while later, dripping and desolate, and I don’t think he ever even associated it with me. He hadn’t the faintest idea what had happened, or why or how.
Another time, I was woken by a neighbour extremely early in the morning who pointed out that our cat (Batman) was loose on the stairs.
I sleepily let him in, and he wandered into the kitchen and started eating. I went back to bed, where I found - the real Batman waiting!! Then it was just a question of getting the other cat out before Batman discovered him eating his food, ‘cause then the fur would have started flying. They’ve got a cheek haven’t they, he walked in as if he owned the place!

john