When my local beauty salon closed down due to dodgy unlicensed dealings, I found a local freelance beautician who visits clients’ houses for treatments. Monday was her first visit to Le Château and, thanks to Louis Catorze, it is likely to be her last.
Because she is a woman and not a man, I imagined that we would have minimal Catorze disturbance and be left in peace. Pas du tout. When she arrived he pitter-pattered after us, screaming, then knocked her waxing strips onto the floor and rolled all over them. During my eyebrow shaping he lay on my stomach with his head on my chest, staring unblinkingly at the beautician as she carried out the treatment.
Now, as most women – and an increasing number of men – will be aware, having the hairs on your face ripped off isn’t the greatest fun. So having a purring cat lying on you throughout the experience is rather pleasant and comforting. However, from the point of view of beautician carrying out the treatment, being stared down by a vampire-toothed devil-beast when you’re trying to work is utterly terrifying.
When she finished my eyebrows and began my shoulder massage, the screaming resumed. Catorze jumped on and off the bed, pitter-pattered in and out of the room, delicately picked his way up my legs and back down again, all the while screaming himself senseless. I was about to call time on the massage as the beautician was laughing so much that she wasn’t able to apply pressure properly, and, just as she said, “He’s wondering what’s happening to you!” the screaming stopped.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Maybe he thought I had killed you? And, now that he knows you are ok, he’s happy again?” As the conversation continued, the little sod seemed to feel more at ease and he went back to the unnerving silent glaring.
“Erm, so I expect your clients’ pets do this sort of thing all the time, don’t they?” I asked hopefully, praying that this sort of thing might be normal.
Apparently it’s not.
So, the big question: will she be back? Or would she sooner accept a job tweezing Donald Trump’s nose hair than set foot here again?
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Who wouldn’t be back to see what tricks Le Roi has in store for next time?
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If she comes back, it will only be to check whether it really happened or whether she dreamed it.
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Can’t stop laughing, trying picturing this … As for me, I defenitely would come back!
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I was cringing with embarrassment at the time!
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Can imagine that … !
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I hope you tipped generously, perhaps throwing in a bit from the Roi’s private fund!
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I think Le Fund may have to be used for bribery purposes, to prevent her from putting me on some sort of local beauticians’ blacklist!
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This is hysterical. I used to go to a woman for a facial. It was delightful and relaxing. She had a very small shop and a very small Shih Tsu dog. It was very yappy but it’s favorite place was lying on my stomach as I got the facial. Fortunately I am an animal person and did not mind. I often wondered if I was special (probably not) or if he did that to all her customers.
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I’m not a dog person, but I would have found that quite cute! A bug-eyed, snaggle-toothed, screaming cat is less appealing …! 🧛♂️
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Especially one prone to attack mode!
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I think that’s my favourite photo of Louis.
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You can even see one of the offending vampire fangs!
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Maybe all beauty salons should have a purring cat nearby. Better yet, tattoo parlors. 🙂
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Trust me: this one would scare customers. 🧛♂️
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Le Roi is not amused! LOL!
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