Not having taken too kindly to being "scruffed" by my good self during the bannister thwacking incident, Austin treated me with contempt for a day or two. This meant that every time I approached him, or was within spitting distance, he would give me that aristocratic nose-in-the-air I-am-totally-indifferent-to-the-lower-classes looking-right-through-you languid stare, toss his head and mince off into the garden.
I'm not saying I was happy about this, but to have a day or so free of his expert and enthusiastic Shiatsu treatment gave my pocked marked body a chance to recover. Also I have to say it's a bit tiring when a cat constantly tries to climb on your lap when you're just leaving the house to go to the shops, or trying to do a bit of light dusting!
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