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.