We have all eaten well at Le Château over the last few days.
Cat Daddy and I enjoyed our Christmas dinner, albeit a day late because I was sick on the 25th. The squirrels of TW8 have been feasting on some very old hazelnuts from the year before last, still in their shells, which Cat Daddy hid around the garden “to make them work for it” (?). And Louis Catorze is gorging his way through his Cool Cat Club wet food, faster than we can dish it out. In fact, we had to bring forward the delivery date of his next shipment and, although we did so well in advance, the last few days were quite anxious, with an eye on the ever-dwindling supply and an ear at the door listening out for the delivery driver.
Having Catorze back on wet food again has transformed my life. And not in a good way.
Breakfast time is now a massive screamathon, with the little sod hollering his guts out if I’m too slow* at dishing up his Cool Cat Club wet food. He then guzzles down a whole serving, plus a scoop of Orijen, licks his plate clean, then stares mournfully when a second serving doesn’t materialise.
*Slow = taking more than 0.3 seconds from selecting the can to putting the food in his plate. And we’ve seen the consequences of trying to pick up the speed.
We have always found it odd that Catorze screamed when he wanted cuddles, yet stayed chillingly silent and just creepy-stared when he wanted food. However, we needn’t worry about that anymore.
Adieu to the peaceful mornings that I posted about here. It’s screaming all the way from now on.
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