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It was International Cat Day yesterday. We didn’t bother telling Louis Catorze because he already thinks every day is all about him, so it wouldn’t have changed a thing.
On the morning of International Cat Day, Cat Daddy’s brother sent me this picture (below). Having heard all about Catorze’s penchant for gadding about in storms, he asked me if I wanted one of these contraptions for Christmas (and I think he was only half-joking):
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs, this really is a cat-dryer. A dryer for cats. And, somehow, it made it into the Daily Telegraph.
Now, since trying to put Catorze into his transportation pod for vet visits is quite the Herculean labour, I don’t imagine that putting him into a dryer would be any easier. And the vet visits are only once a month, whereas the storm gadding-about takes place whenever it rains, multiple times per downpour, and often through the night, too. Do I* fancy Greco-Roman wrestling Catorze into a dryer that many times a day/night? Non.
*Let’s face it: it would be me, wouldn’t it, and not Cat Daddy?
Cat Daddy is concerned about the environmental impact of the device, especially since Catorze is so small. And he has a point. Would putting a tiny cat into a dryer be the equivalent of switching on an oven just to roast one potato?
Whilst we debate these intellectual and highbrow issues, here is Catorze, fresh from – yes you’ve guessed it – gadding about in yet another storm, and taking a drink from the water pooled on the table. And look at the army of birds in the background, who daren’t come down to feed until the apex predator has moved his arse:
louiscatorze.com 
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