These few days post-Hallowe’en have been pretty awful. I have been ill with a monstrous cold (not Covid but easily as bad), and Le Château seems bare and bereft with the decorations all put away for another year.
Luckily there are cats to cheer us up. Not my cat, obviously. Mine is highly affronted that I’m ill and runs out of the room when I sneeze, muttering obscenities under his breath as he goes. I meant other cats who are much nicer than mine.
If you are someone who has one cat after another after another*, you may share my belief that the new one is somehow brought into your life by its predecessor. I am certain that our first Chat Noir, Luther, was the one who sent Louis Catorze to us, knowing that we would be the only people stupid enough to put up with his shit.
*This probably describes most of us, since cats are just like alcohol or drugs: they bleed us dry financially and leave us a mere shell of our former selves, yet we can’t help ourselves and we have to keep feeding our addiction.
Obviously, at the beginning of this chain of cats, there has to be a Starter Cat to get the process going. But sometimes, if the universe believes that the humans can handle it, there is more than one Starter Cat. A Starter Cat TEAM, if you will.
Meet siblings Otis (upright) and Roux (lying down), who have come to live with my sister and her family:
Curiously, it was my sister’s cat-disliking husband who suggested adopting them, after learning that they were available due to a human in the former household developing severe allergies. Not much makes me laugh more than a former cat-disliker becoming a Cat Daddy … except for the fact that he now has to share a birthday with them. Oh yes: the cats were born on his birthday. And, when the time comes, I fully intend to send one card with all three names in it.
Otis and Roux have just been released from solitary confinement and are being introduced to the general population. And the house happens to be full of their Cat Daddy’s grandfather’s fragile handmade sculptures …
It’s going to be carnage, isn’t it?
louiscatorze.com 
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