Every night, Louis Catorze comes to join me for a session with the red lamp. We both lie in bed together, watching its colours dance across the walls and ceiling, before falling asleep.
I can’t prove this, but somehow I feel that the magical powers of the red lamp help me to fall asleep more quickly. And I swear that it makes a difference to Catorze, too. It may well just be a placebo but, if it’s a placebo that makes him appear to calm the heck down, I’ll take it.
When Cat Daddy comes to bed, an hour or two after me, he creeps in silently and turns off the red lamp. The next day, he usually tells me that Catorze was still asleep beside me at lights-out time.
The lamp somehow makes Catorze’s fur look blacker, so I’m thinking about a red backdrop for his next photo session. The red living room carpet, despite being shredded and ruined by Catorzian claws, would be perfect. Or perhaps the sight of the little sod lounging in a pool of his enemies’ blood would be more appropriate?
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