Every time I look at Louis Catorze, I think, “Aww. Our little boy has a heart murmur.” And he looks back at me, most likely thinking, “Oh, it’s you. Why are you still here?”
People have been asking after him and feeling quite sorry for him, but his symptoms so far have been screaming, demanding play and generally being a shite. During one especially energetic play session, he dug his claws into my foot and was utterly unrepentant even when I squealed in pain. But what completely floored me was catching the little sod lick my plate, from which I had just eaten tuna (10/10 for cat appeal) with soy sauce, chilli and lime (0/10 for cat appeal). And, later that same evening, he lunged for Cat Daddy’s plate of cheese.
Catorze has always been implicitly trustworthy around human food, to the point where we could even leave him to guard the cheese board if we had to pop out of the room. We knew not only that he would leave the cheese well alone, but that he would very kindly warn us about any approaching bugs, by doing the bird-chatter sound. (Yes, he makes this sound at any flying creature, including bugs.)
Now, it seems, we are going to have to watch him around food. Which is quite the opposite of what we expected to be doing for an older cat who has never shown any sign of giving the slightest shite about our food.
All those years of laughing at my cat freak friends who have to eat their dinner standing up on a chair, whilst their cats circle below like hungry saltwater crocodiles, have well and truly blown up in my face.
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