Still Not Friends

Oh dear. Artur is still very cross with me. I am being punished for ruining his routine.

It has been two days now and we are still Not Friends.

I did get a bit of a lap sit when I was out in the potager weeding yesterday. So I naturally assumed that we were back on with the affectionate leap onto my lap in the morning in the potting shed routine.

But no. This is the best I can get. He will come into the potting shed and perch right at the front door. And won’t look at me or even do anything but meow in a warning way if I get close.  He is definitely sulking. Oh for an uncomplicated affectionate cat.