What an eventful night we’ve all had.
Cat Daddy and I made three kids cry, another drop his sweets in shock, and a third group scream so loudly that they scared Louis Catorze. Naturellement we broke character when we saw that our scares had been rather too successful, and we did the British thing of apologising profusely and giving them extra sweets to make up for it.
Until then, Catorze had been enjoying being carried to the door and shown off to the trick-or-treaters. But seven or eight kids all screaming in unison was beyond the pale, and the poor little sod fled.
Regretfully, after all these years of not minding fireworks, Catorze has inexplicably decided that, actually, he doesn’t like them after all. He wasn’t bothered about the bangy ones, but Cat Daddy reported that he was very agitated at the crackly ones that were set off in the park, twenty metres from Le Château. However, Catorze did calm down after Cat Daddy stepped outside and politely asked* the firework-users to go away**. And, when we were watching Bram Stoker’s Dracula, he put his paws on Cat Daddy’s chest and did a little growl, just at the moment when Dracula cuddles the wolf in the cinema.
*He wasn’t that polite.
**Not the actual words used.
Bonfire Night is on a Tuesday, but no doubt there will be fireworks all weekend (and probably a brick through our window, too). Let’s hope Catorze won’t require the terrifyingly long list of Firework Hygiene measures that the animal charities recommend.
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