Louis Catorze likes the living room better than the kitchen.
Now, I know that you’re probably thinking, “Really, did he tell you that?” Well, yes, he did. Not in words, but by approaching us when we settle down in the kitchen and creepy-staring so intensely that we eventually feel uncomfortable and just do what he wants.
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs, you have heard that correctly: our cat has a favourite room. And he lets us know when he wants us to go and sit in it with him. And, being the utter mugs that we are, WE ACTUALLY DO IT.
The first time he creepy-stared to make us move rooms, I initially assumed he wanted food. But, when I got up to feed him, rather than circling my feet, screaming, then assuming the usual position under the breakfast bar stools, he took off into the living room. And, when I followed him, he was sitting on the coffee table, ready for us to assume OUR positions.
He has now perfected his technique and we can tell the difference between a food creepy stare and a room-change creepy stare. It’s all about where he sits to deliver it. When he wants food, he either sits at our feet or sits by his bowl, staring dejectedly at its tragically empty condition. When he wants us to change rooms, he sits here and does this:
There is no doubt whatsoever that he is the king of his Château. And he knows it.