Louis Catorze is creeping me out.
I am home alone with him right now because Cat Daddy has gone out, and I can hear the sound of the little sod thundering around on our wooden floorboards.
I am certain that Le Roi has company but that’s not the worst part of this. After all, I have dealt with snails, rats (both curly- and straight-haired) and mice, a multitude of times, and a bird once. What’s terrifying is the fact that both he and his mystery guest appear to know when I’m coming and can maintain silence and statue-stillness in an instant.
I have tried creeping up quietly on him/them but it makes no difference; every time I look, I am met with this:
Then, when I turn my back, the thundering restarts. And, once again, when I take a look, Catorze is the picture of sweet innocence and there is no sign of anyone else:
I am desperate for Cat Daddy to come home but I know that, when he does, Catorze will stop all this and behave like a normal cat. And we’re not even close to a full moon so we don’t even have those extenuating circumstances.
Heaven help us all (but mainly me).