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When the air is hotter than the surface of the sun, and you’re a black animal covered in fur, what better than to have humans skivvy around trying to find ways of keeping you cool? And, if they happen to work up a sweat doing so, tant pis pour eux.

Louis Catorze used to like having a frozen vodka bottle rubbed on his fur, but he seems to have changed his mind about that. And, when I put some ice cubes in his water yesterday morning, he stared at them as if to say “And what the hell is THIS shit?”, then galloped out of the room with his silly little feet skidding around under him, as if I’d given him radioactive waste. (No, I don’t understand this, either.)

Luckily he was more receptive to ice cubes when rubbed all over his body (thank you, Marc, for the suggestion!). And he also loved having handfuls of cold water slapped onto his fur, then having the fur roughed up a bit. So I did it again and again until he ended up looking like this:

Now, if Catorze is happy to have cold water splodged onto his body, he ought to be happy to be wiped down with a damp towel to rid his fur of pollen, non?

Well … NON. I imagine that this is because the pollen removal is for our benefit, whereas the cold water roughing-up is for him. Why would a king put himself out to benefit us plebs?

Here is Sa Maj, fresh from being ice-massaged, relaxing in the shade. If you zoom in, you can see the edges of his roughed-up fur:

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