I would ordinarily be back at school today, but I’ve had a setback which required more surgery to fix it. This second round of recovery has been much harder than the original one, but I’ve been trying to take it easy and not do too much.
Usually Louis Catorze has very little tolerance for sick people. However, this time around he has only been about 65% coolly indifferent, morphing into a sweet and loving kitty for the remaining 35% of the time. On one occasion, when he saw how upset I was, he ran towards me and almost knocked himself out with my phone in his haste to cuddle me.
(Yes, it was definitely him. No other fanged black cat had broken into our house at the time.)
However, before you conclude that Catorze has changed his ways and developed a sense of empathy, don’t be too quick to trust the little sod. This lucky photo, which only happens once in an eternity, when the stars are aligned in a very particular way, gives us a glimpse into his soulless self. You can even see the gap where his heart ought to be:
His nurturing ways are all lies. I fear that he’s up to something.
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