Louis Catorze has a Château full of comfortable beds at his disposal, with soft anti-allergy bedding and freshly-laundered duvet covers. So, naturellement, he chooses to sleep in … a grubby Hounslow Council plastics refuse sack, in the equally grubby Forbidden Greenhouse. You couldn’t make this up … and, to prove that I really haven’t, here he is, narrowing his eyes at me with no shame whatsoever:
Could he BE any more low-brow and unbecoming of a Sun King?
Cat Daddy: “If you gave him enough time, probably, yes.”
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Oh Catorze, you chart your own royal path, attendants être damné!
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Thing is, he’s the one who will be damné if something in the bag or the greenhouse sets him scratching his skin again. He hasn’t had a steroid shot for almost a year. What a silly sod. 🙄
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It’s a good point, and could be worrisome. And is common for both human or beast to do things that are not good for our own good intentions and health. I hope he has forever passed that threshold and never returns to the need for steroids. xoxo
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He be le Roi. He do as he wishes. He Sun King. But most of all, he cat!! Love him 😻
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He be an idiot. 🙄
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I think he wants to be itchy again. That way he can have his meds hidden in the finest delicacies Waitrose can offer!
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