My summer holiday, so far, has been all about Louis Catorze: organising his vet appointment, his chat-sitteur and his play dates with the little girl next door, and trying (and failing) to stop his ear-bleedingly noisy altercations with the parakeets. It’s like having an especially high-maintenance and troublesome toddler.
In better news, after what feels like an age, Catorze’s bald patch finally appears to be growing back. Obviously this is a relief. But how annoying that it will be looking comparatively normal for his chat-sitteur, whilst we have had to put up with it looking more like an eye than ever before, following us creepily wherever we go.
A couple of my friends have seen it face to face. One of them stopped laughing for long enough to say “I can’t believe it even has a … PUPIL!” before laughing again.
This is what it looks like now:
And this (below) is what we have had to endure over the last however-many weeks. The last one is the most scary, in my opinion:
By the time the chat-sitteur arrives, I imagine it will have vanished entirely and that Le Roi will have morphed from this:
It’s not really fair, is it? But this perfectly sums up life with the little sod.