Thank you to everyone who kindly sent birthday wishes to Louis Catorze. (Those who didn’t shall be sent to the guillotine.)
The little sod had a magnificent day, consisting of the following activities:
1. Waking me during 5am parkour/singalong.
2. Following Cat Daddy around all day, screaming for attention and headbutting aggressively if it wasn’t forthcoming. Cat Daddy had to escape from one end of the garden to the other, only for Catorze to follow him and do more of the same*.
3. Creepy-staring for food, then sniffing it and walking away as soon as it was served.
4. A bit more screaming.
5. Strutting around loving himself.
6. Puking on the landing (astoundingly, on the floor and not on the carpet).
7. Sitting on the outdoor cushions, gazing out over his royaume and dreaming up new ways to annoy the merde out of us.
*I don’t know why Cat Daddy thought anything different would happen; if he wanted to he left alone, all he had to do was unleash the guitar.
Right now, as the sun sets on his birthday and the mischievous Beltane spirits are out in force, I am trying to corral Catorze in from The Front, but he’s not having it. Every time I open the front door, he runs into the road (!) to escape from me.
If he lives to fifteen (which is doubtful at this rate; running into the road is hardly conducive to a long life), this is the kind of thing that I have in mind. Thank you to my friend AnnMarie for the idea.
Cat Daddy: “No.”
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