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.