Clamoring for attention
Yes, there has been clamoring from the Fan Club. No sign of Artur for ten days and counting.
He is in a bit of a sulk. I don’t see him until mid morning and there is a groaning and a creaking as he has to drag himself out of his new favourite snoozing spot – a tin bucket with an inch of soil in the bottom right behind the chaise longue.
And when he does emerge I have to endure not just a drooling lap sit with moulting fur. But dried bits of soil as well.
True love.