I have a cold, and it’s the awful kind that keeps you awake at night with the sweats and the dribbles (sorry if this is too much information). If you know anyone who has ever worked in a school, you will know that it’s practically the law for staff to fall ill during the school holidays. Nobody knows why this is. It just is.
I was too ill to go to the football yesterday evening, but quite looking forward to the consolation prize of watching the game on television with Louis Catorze on my lap. My social media is often filled with pictures of cats snuggling up to their sick humans, and there’s even one super-cute TikTok cat who brings treats to his ailing mamma and gazes at her with wide-eyed concern.
However, Catorze is a terrible nursemaid and couldn’t give a merde. He has mild-to-moderate contempt for sick people and absolutely zero tolerance for colds; if anyone sneezes, he gives an audible scowl of disapproval and runs away, muttering obscenities under his breath as he goes.
I WhatsApped my sister that afternoon to complain about the lack of Catorzian compassion. She reminded me of the time in 2016 when she came to visit, and we were out when she arrived so we’d left her a key. At the time she had the most horrendous chest infection and wasn’t capable of much more than flopping on the sofa, coughing and coughing, as she waited for us.
And look who kept her company:


So either old age has rid of him of any empathy/patience, or he just hates me, or maybe a bit of each.
Bastard cat.
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