It seems like the boys are taking some interest in me again. Last night, Beowulf jumped on top of the desk and demanded a cat massage. But Beowulf was not really the problem since Arthur has been the one who has really been giving me the cold shoulder. This is particularly troublesome because I always felt closer to Arthur than to Beowulf.
After Beowulf fell asleep on my desk, I went over to Arthur and gave him a cat massage for a while. Then, right before I went to bed, I was coming out of the bathroom and Beowulf started following me around. I carried him over to the couch and nuzzled under my arm for a while. Arthur came over and sat at my feet and watched us but he didn't come cuddle.
This morning, I went to feed the boys their kibble and Arthur started rubbing up against my ankles and flipping over on his back for a belly rub. I guess he likes me again, for the moment. They are so fickle!