The pitiful wailing in the video below was actually AFTER Louis Catorze had had a few minutes to calm down. When we first stuffed him into his transportation pod, his guttural screams were absolutely infernal, the kind that usually require an exorcist.
Can you guess where we were going?
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs: it was steroid shot time, so we were off to Catorze’s least favourite place in the world.
The little sod is the same weight as he was the last time. The vet asked us about his eating, drinking and toileting and, usually, we aren’t really able to comment much on the last one as Catorze always goes to the bathroom outside (we hope). However, this time Cat Daddy was able to confirm his boy’s substantial poos as he actually witnessed one just before our appointment, right on our rhubarb patch. (“Eurgh, I can actually see it coming out!” Well, nobody’s forcing you to look.)
Guests: if Cat Daddy offers you any home-grown rhubarb, say no.
As ever, it was stony silence in the car all the way home; Catorze only ever screams on the way there, never coming back. And he spent the rest of the afternoon whining at Cat Daddy and clawing his arm when he wasn’t quick enough in dishing out the cuddles.
I’m somewhat heartened by the fact that Catorze hasn’t lost any more weight, so at least his downward spiral seems to have come to a halt. Let’s hope that the spring will see him chubbing up.
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