Hallowe’en may be over, but Louis Catorze is still creeping the hell out of us.
When you’re a black cat, you are able to blend seamlessly into darkness. We know this; we have kicked Catorze about 9,742 times in the dark because we didn’t realise he was there. You would be forgiven, therefore, for thinking we might be unaffected by Catorze creepy-staring at us in the dark. After all, what we can’t see shouldn’t bother us, right?
Erm, not quite.
It’s quite strange that he chooses to do this when he’s less visible., although perhaps he doesn’t know that he’s less visible, since he has Creepy Kitty Night Vision? Anyway, he ought to be easy – or at least EASIER – to ignore in the dark, but this is the sight that blighted our television viewing the other night:

Catorze’s favourite lap (not mine) was free, his bowl was full, his water was topped up, he’d been out at The Front and we were already in his favourite room. We still don’t know what he wanted, and I can’t say we are looking forward to finding out.
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