Forgiven

Isn’t that the best view? Artur racing across the lawn towards me.   It only took an hour or so of sulking this time.   And now we are friends.

He has done lots of lap time, lots of purring, not much scratching, and plenty of ambushing in the potting shed.

He even supervised the wood collecting. I suspect he welcomed the opportunity to go mousing in the cellar where we store extra wood. He stalked into the room when I was loading up the trolley, sniffed every corner and then daintily wandered off.

But he didn’t go far.   And my lap has been accommodating cat most of the day. Heaven.