Louis Catorze is fifteen today, putting him in the unglamorous yet hilarious “Geriatric” category:
I was a little sad when I read that treating his hyperthyroidism would buy him another three to five years, because that really didn’t sound like much time. Then I remembered that he’s fifteen now so, in actual fact, that gives him a very long lifespan indeed. And, since he’s part-alien in origin, it wouldn’t surprise me if he even exceeded that.
Because it’s not often that a sickly scrap of a thing like Catorze turns fifteen, Cat Daddy and I will be celebrating this occasion belatedly, at the weekend, with, erm, a Quinceañera party. (We’re going for a Latin American theme, gracias for asking). It’s turning into quite a thing with the guest list currently at fourteen, although some haven’t yet confirmed attendance (I imagine because they think we’re joking).
Sadly Catorze is not allowed jambon de Bayonne or jamón ibérico, but we are making up for this in cuddles. I think he’d rather have had the jambon/jamón, but never mind.
Happy birthday, little sod. Let’s get your party preparations under way!
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