Merci à Dieu: it’s the summer holidays. I was looking forward to relaxing, but Louis Catorze has other ideas and has been absolutely wired, burning off about 3% of his excess energy on ICB and using the other 97% on us throughout the night.
One night he was especially beastly, waking us countless times by screaming, bouncing on the bed and rolling his cold, drenched body onto us. Cat Daddy is pretty sure that one of the screams meant, “It’s raining!” and another was, “I’m bored!” We haven’t yet worked out the other 753 screams.
It’s quite clear that our cat just isn’t normal but, for whatever reason, Cat Daddy blames ME for everything. “Have you noticed that he mostly screams on your side of the bed? That’s because you give him attention. And don’t say you don’t. I’ve SEEN you stroke him at 4am.”
As well as thoroughly enjoying the summer heat, Catorze is having a whale of a time gadding around in the summer rainstorms. As I have mentioned before, he LOVES the rain. His favourite thing to do is go out, get completely soaked, come in, roll the water onto whatever/whoever is nearby, then go back out again to restart the cycle.
However, on one occasion he came in looking like this, with his hindquarters drenched, yet the rest of his body completely dry:
It looked as if he had been, erm, sitting under the outdoor table with his arse sticking out. Obviously most normal cats would adjust their position upon feeling cold rain on their rump, but then this is Catorze we’re talking about.
I’m glad that our old boy is enjoying the summer so much. Meanwhile, I shall be spending half of my summer holiday yearning for my beloved autumn, and the other half trying to fathom why Catorze does the things that he does.
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