We have a Code Rouge situation at Le Château: a mosquito in the room. It has dive-bombed and bitten me about 5,872 times in the last half hour but Louis Catorze, who is on my lap, is doing absolutely nothing about it.
The little sod has been known to jump off my lap and run across the room, IN THE DARK, to eat poor, hapless bugs who are just silently minding their own business on the opposite wall and whom I didn’t even know were there. Yet he is sleeping through repeated attacks by an annoying, metallic-humming little shit of a beast, stirring only to meow disdainfully at my failed attempts to slap this creature dead.
Most irritatingly of all, the mosquito is making no attempt to bite Catorze. Perhaps having to penetrate a layer of manky fur to reach his drug-addled blood isn’t too appealing. Or – and this is far more likely – perhaps he commands the creatures of the night, and he’s already told this mosquito that he doesn’t want to be bitten, merci s’il vous plaît?
Does this face look as if he may be the master of all bloodsucking beasts? Erm …
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