Snubbed...by the cat

After a few days away I expect to be greeted warmly by our cat Leo.  Not a bit of it.
 
I open the front door and see him sitting on the stairs.
 
 He takes one look, meows and turns away with his nose in the air. 
 
Yet I know from Rosie, our cat sitter, he rushes to greet her purring.
 
He did eventually thaw out and even spent the night on the bed, a rare occurrence.
But, as M points out, that’s because there is torrential rain outside and he can’t go hunting.
 
This morning he sits glued to the newspaper beside M and refuses to budge.
 
(So blip “done and dusted” before breakfast for mono Monday “beside”).