Although the idea of being awoken by sweet birdsong is romantic, the reality is somewhat different. In the summer months, London’s resident parakeets – yes, we really do have them living wild here – start their infernal racket at 4am. Although they’re strikingly pretty birds, there’s nothing nice about the noise that they make (nor about the time that they start).

Louis Catorze can compete with any animal in terms of noise and, just because he can, he does. Also, because black cats are born without the chromosome that makes them mind their own business, when the parakeets are shrieking he is compelled to respond. Even if this makes them shriek more. ESPECIALLY if this makes them shriek more.
Here he is, having just retaliated. Their heads were tilted to look at the source of the scream, but this also gives them a disapproving, judgemental air:

Just like the sunblock on the ears, we have a whole summer of this ahead of us. Quelle joie.
For more Catorzian capers, please visit http://louiscatorze.com
Leave a comment