BASTARD CAT.
Just as I had finished drafting a blog post about how well-behaved he is with Yule trees, Louis Catorze decided to prove to me that KramPuss the Yuletide demon is no myth.
The little sod had been poking around among his presents under the tree, and he somehow managed to wedge this one – sent by one of his pilgrims – into the tray of muddy, sappy tree water. Because he shoved it towards the back of the tray and not the front, it’s taken me some time to notice … and, in the meantime, the present has sucked up water like a thirsty sponge.
We have never had to deal with him breaking decorations, drinking the sappy water (highly toxic, just so you know) or using the pot as his own personal toilettes royales. So why this, and why now?
I have just squeezed out as much water as possible and left the toy drying on the radiator. So, pretty soon, the whole house will be smelling of catnip. It’ll be just like that time when one of the students at my school had a cheeky puff of something naughty in the toilets and, somehow, the heating system blasted out the, erm, herbal fumes throughout the whole ground floor. Luckily we didn’t have inspectors in at the time, although maybe it would have put them in a good mood.
At the time of writing this I’m home alone with Catorze, too, with Cat Daddy not returning until late tonight.
I don’t know why I ever thought my holidays would be peaceful and relaxing. They’ve only just begun, and already I’ve had enough.
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