Louis Catorze is having a ball in our absence, just as we thought he would. We are moderately offended at how disloyal he is, but at least we know we won’t be subjected to a post-holiday sulk upon our return.
He has been spending a lot of time out in the rain. Our chat-sitteur was rather concerned about this; thinking he might be stuck outside (either a cat flap malfunction, or just being thick and forgetting how to come in), she even brought him indoors a couple of times, only to have him scream at her and run back out again. So I told her that he loves the rain, and that she should just leave him to it.
Perhaps I should have mentioned all Catorze’s odd foibles in the House Document. However, not only would it have taken a long time to list all 28,074 of them, but nobody would believe us. “He loves sitting out in thunderstorms and getting drenched, then coming in, rolling the water off onto things/people and then going back out again to restart the process” just sounds idiotic (yet still isn’t the weirdest thing about him).
The chat-sitteur told us that there had been “no mice yet – I guess because of the rain?”. Ahem. I couldn’t quite bring myself to mention this, so I just stayed quiet.
She also reported that the little sod was “exceedingly cuddly”. Aww.
Never stop being such a little freak, Catorze. (Except for the nocturnal parkour and singalong sessions. Maybe stop those.)
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