Louis Catorze scared the merde out of me the other day when I came home from the shops and he didn’t come running to greet me, as he usually does. I went out into the garden and called his name (just “Louis!”, as opposed to his full royal title of “Sa Majesté Louis Catorze, Le Roi Soleil!”) but there was no sign of him. I found him slumped in the flowerbed and, when I prodded him a little, he lifted his head, let out a weak meow and then flopped down again. 

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I texted Cat Daddy and asked if Boys’ Club had overrun the previous night and whether Catorze might just be over-tired. (His body clock is very much determined by what we do: whether we go to bed early or stay up late, he does the same.) Cat Daddy replied that they hadn’t been especially late and suggested that the lifelessness may be down to the heat. I started to panic; if dogs can die in hot cars after just a few minutes, it seemed quite within the realms of possibility that stupid black animals covered in fur could overheat if they lay all afternoon in a garden hotter than the surface of the sun.

Cat Daddy arrived home very shortly after our text exchange … and, as if by magic, the little sod sprang into life just before we heard the key (his creepy kitty sixth sense obviously still bring fully functional) and pitter-pattered to the front door, up-tailed and screaming. Cat Daddy accused me of imagining/exaggerating the whole lethargy episode and shushed at all my protests of, “But this isn’t how he was when I got home”. He then spent the rest of the evening cuddling a bouncy, chatty Catorze whilst I seethed in the corner. 

So Sa Majesté was neither tired nor dead nor suffering from heatstroke, but just being a lazy and mannerless shite. I don’t know why I am even the slightest bit surprised. 

Cat Daddy: “Look on the bright side: at least you found out for yourself. Imagine if the vet had had to tell you that your cat is perfectly well but just can’t be arsed with you.”

*It is unlikely that your pet is as rude as Catorze so, if he or she is limp and unresponsive in the heat, please seek medical help.

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11 responses to “Le silence des méchants”

  1. Sally Goodman avatar
    Sally Goodman

    I can see why you were worried. But what a little sod!!!!

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    1. iamthesunking avatar
      iamthesunking

      I know. How rude!

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  2. alicephilippa avatar
    alicephilippa

    Why does this not surprise me?

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    1. iamthesunking avatar
      iamthesunking

      I know, right? So ungentlemanly.

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      1. alicephilippa avatar
        alicephilippa

        He should be there ready and waiting to greet you. That though is expecting just too much. Even an “Oh hi it’s you” would be something.

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        1. iamthesunking avatar
          iamthesunking

          He should. But all I got was un grand NOPE.

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          1. alicephilippa avatar
            alicephilippa

            It was worse than a nope. It was a “sod off I’m saving myself for boy’s club”.

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            1. iamthesunking avatar
              iamthesunking

              This is true. I hate him.

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  3. sevencatsandcounting avatar

    Perhaps you should have used his full name/title to call him? Purrs, Darth Vader et al

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  4. Lis avatar
    Lis

    Unbelievable! I can understand why you would be worried…..he obviously does not deserve his pauvre maman qui l’aime quoi que ce soit!

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  5. cathysrealcountrygardencom avatar

    He is the sun king and he obviously enjoyed the worship of the rays!

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