Ne plaisante pas avec mon tutu

After tiring of waking up every morning looking as if my face had been put through a trouser press (younger followers: ask your parents), I recently bought a couple of sets of those satin pillowcases. If you haven’t seen them, they’re a bit 1980s and not the most attractive of objects, but they are supposed to make you, erm, wake up NOT looking as if your face has been put through a trouser press.

Cat Daddy wasn’t convinced, so I showed him a list of the benefits.

Him: “It says here that satin pillowcases reduce the friction between the hair fibre and the pillowcase.”

Me: “I know.”

Him: “And it’s hypoallergenic, breathable, and less absorbent.”

Me: “I know.”

Him: “OH MY GOD.”

Me: “What?”

Him: “You didn’t buy them for yourself at all, did you? You bought them for HIM.”

He’s wrong on this one; the thought of Louis Catorze sharing a pillow with me really isn’t pleasant. But, to be fair, buying special pillowcases for their cat is the kind of thing that most cat freaks probably would do. In fact, I didn’t buy the 100% silk ones because they were ruinously expensive and had complicated care instructions, but I bet some of you would. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

At the same time as buying the pillowcases, I also bought (from a different place, obviously) a cheap, scratchy tutu skirt to wear to a fancy dress party later this month. Which of the two do you think is Catorze’s new favourite sleeping spot? Go on, I bet you’ll never guess …

Le Roi loves to feel pretty. We don’t judge him.
Guess it’s his tutu now.

21 thoughts on “Ne plaisante pas avec mon tutu

  1. Xenia loves her mother’s Satin pillow cases, but she is careful to be off them long before mother arrives home in the morning. Maybe Louis is running a routine on you, and will be discovered on top of them just was soon as you are certain he doesn’t like them. He’s a sneaky little brat.

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