Has the thrill gone?
Last night Sebastian was especially annoying and demanding
I tend to assume this means he needs some vigorous cat wrestling, or a session with Da Bird, or a mighty game of Devil Cat plus a bout of Ripple Rug to overcome the restlessness of being stuck home all day. If it's light I often walk him at this time.
So I tried all of them.
After some initial mad responses, he went back to moaning.
I gave up and went to lie on the sofa, pulling up the rug I keep there.
Immediately he leaped onto me from where he was perched, dove under the rug and purred contentedly and stayed there from then on.
Yes, the thrill is gone.