We have had some searingly hot days recently, and having to go to school through it has been pretty grim.
However, Louis Catorze is fine, merci for asking, because his ice cube massages have become a regular, daily thing, so much so that we’ve even put it on the House Document for our holiday chat-sitteur. Even Cat Daddy looks at his watch, around late afternoon, and says, “Isn’t it time he had his ice bath?”
Catorze can’t get enough of it. When he sees the ice cube coming, just as he does with his brush, he’s a little alarmed but, once he realises what it is, he settles into it, purring and purring.
Yes, we do admit that part of us enjoys making Catorze look silly. And, yes, we do mess around with the ice. Sometimes we place two pieces on his head, like horns:
And, sometimes, we line pieces along his back, like they do in publicity photos for hot stone massage:
(The left picture is from facesspa.com.)
Once the ice cubes have completely melted away, and he’s covered in a layer of cold water, Catorze pitter-patters off to lie down and dry off. The next day, at the hottest point of the day, we start again.
We all know that the little sods are spoiled, but how many of them have their own personal masseurs? (And, if yours don’t, perhaps they should?)
*WARNING: if the ice gets stuck to them, leave it to melt off on its own. Trying to pull it off won’t work. Don’t ask us how we know this.
For more Catorzian capers, please visit http://louiscatorze.com
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