As you can tell from the bleached out look of these photos, Andy was in a dark spot, and he was sneaking peeks at me.
“Where’s that Andy!? I can’t see him.” Peek!
“Sure wish I knew where Andy is. I think it’s time for kitty treats!” That was sufficient to get him to reveal himself. Shake the kitty treat package, and Andy comes running. Dougy does, too.
Poor Dougy! Still locked out!
Then Marianne came through the door. Dougy let out a sad little “meow” when she leaned toward him, but was a big kitty boy and let her pet him.
Perhaps he’s adjusting. Earlier, when Marianne and I were talking and she was standing too close to Dougy’s ottoman (by his reckoning), he fiercely scratched the ottoman to let Marianne know, “It is MINE”
Gracious! How rude!