Louis Catorze’s trip to the vet on Friday gave us a few surprises. In typical Catorzian style, he was loud. However, we weren’t quite expecting the, erm, VARIETY of screams uttered when we did the Walk of Horror across the park. Even Cat Daddy flinched at one of them and said, “Eurgh. That’s not a good sound.”
During the ten-minute walk (although it felt a lot longer), we were treated to the following:
1. His normal screams (the ones that could strip paint).
2. A sort of hiss-scowl hybrid (the sound that vampires make when you stick a crucifix in their face).
3. A strangulation-type sound.
4. An underwater strangulation-type sound.
5. A goaty bray.
As ever, Catorze screamed himself senseless all the way through his appointment, and was chillingly silent after that. It usually takes a couple of days for the Steroid Psycho to kick in. However, on this occasion (most likely because Cat Daddy was going out and I was home alone), Catorze decided to start straight away.
He was in and out all night, stopping only to batter at the shutters so that I would let him out at The Front (denied) and, when I decided to take myself to bed to get away from him, he followed me upstairs, sat on my chest and creepy-stared at me.
Since it’s a full moon in a couple of days’ time, and a BLUE MOON at the end of August, I don’t see this getting better anytime soon. Bastard cat.
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