How do you want to retire?
Louis Catorze is, apparently, seventy-two in cat years, so he is well into retirement. However, nobody seems to have told him this. Or, if they have, he hasn’t listened.
To outsiders, he still looks like a playful little kitten, doing all the other things that he did whilst younger: jumping onto and off beds, 3am parkour, scaling high fences to go wandering somewhere he has no business being, and so on. He still eats, drinks, plays and screams. He even still hunts from time to time.
But, one morning last week, when I followed him downstairs for breakfast, I noticed that he wasn’t galloping down as he usually does. Instead, he would gallop a couple of steps, then take a couple gently, then gallop again, and so on.
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs: he is finally starting to show signs of his age, reminding us that he is an old man and not a rambunctious kitten. This made me a little sad, but then he doesn’t know that he’s an old man. And, if he did, he wouldn’t give a shit.
Here he is, wondering whether to show off his apex predator hunting prowess or just bid the bird a friendly bonjour. Turn the volume up:
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