Louis Catorze has survived Diwaliween / Bonfire Night / Firework Week / whatever you call a fireworky time when it’s meant to be short but ends up going on for ages.
There have been further firework disturbances in and around TW8 since the night of the 31st but, since they were the tolerable bangy kind and not the ear-offending crackly kind, Catorze either slept through them or went out to investigate. This is good.
Le Château has also survived (so far) without a brick through the window, after Cat Daddy shouted at the lady who was using the crackly fireworks in the park. This is also good.
Feeling rather less fortunate, however, is a friend from work who is Dog Daddy to Freda the Dachshund. He was kept awake throughout the night because, every time Freda heard fireworks, she felt compelled to announce the joyous news to the household. Every. Single. Time.
He showed me a video of one of the many incidents.
Me, whilst watching the video: “Is she scared or just offended? I can’t tell.”
Him: “Neither. She’s loving it!”
Me: “What?”
Him: “Look at her tail!”
It was true; Freda’s tail was going like the clappers. (Non-Brits: ask your British friends. That said, I’m British and I wouldn’t know how to explain what it meant.)
I was about to brag to my friend that my cat is a good boy who sleeps through fireworks and leaves me in peace. But then I remembered that Catorze wakes me up at random intervals throughout the night anyway, whether there are fireworks or not. Most of the time, we have no idea why. He just does it.
Here is Freda, informing her family for the 905th time that there are fireworks:
(They already know, after the 904 previous times. She doesn’t care.)
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