He just backs away from us and starts to look for a way out.
We ignored him, and he jumped on the couch for a while.
Now, when he's outside, he will look at us longingly as though he wants to come in. I try to slow blink at him when he does look at me.
In the garage, we can come and go and he'll just stay in his bed, but watchful. He has a cat door, so not trapped in the garage.
I can pet him while he's eating, but not on his head. He'll rub past my leg when I'm heading to feed him.
He's come a long way since he was called Sir-Hiss-Lot
When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.
Alexander Den Heijer