What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?

Since it’s Catorzian Summer Time, Louis Catorze sleeps all day and parties all night. Nobody knows exactly what time he goes to bed or wakes up, because our body clocks are so at odds with his. 

That feather wasn’t there when I went to bed, so goodness knows what bullshittery has been going on throughout the night.

One night last week, I was woken at 3am because someone’s car alarm was going off. (And, whilst looking out of the window to see if I could see the car, I managed to stick my head through a spider’s web, so I then had a disgruntled spider on my hands and Cat Daddy was most displeased at having to get rid of it.) I went to sleep downstairs in the kitchen for a while, because it was cooler and because it faces away from the road. 

When I walked into the kitchen I could see Catorze outside on the patio, but he didn’t see me. And it was very interesting to see what sort of things he gets up to when he doesn’t know he’s being watched. 

It wasn’t a surprise that he was outside; because it’s CST, he spends every waking (and sleeping) minute in the garden or the Zone Libre. What was astonishing, however, was how active he was, especially in the blistering heat.

As he’s an old boy, I imagined he would be relaxing and watching the world go by. Instead, he was hunting insects and eating them. Even when I settled down to sleep and could no longer see him, I could hear him battering against the glass patio doors as he hurled himself around. The little sod was committed to the cause, I’ll give him that. 

Then there was the screaming. At the bugs? At another cat? At himself? Who knows?

Finally, Catorze came indoors for an Orijen break. When he saw me dozing in the kitchen, because it wasn’t an everyday sight to him, the screaming resumed. And it went on. And on. AND ON. 

Eventually I decided that I’d get more sleep with the car alarm, so I went back upstairs again. But for a few moments I felt pure joy to know that, whilst the world slept (or, rather, half the world, since the car alarm woke the other half), Catorze was having fun.

He may be a creaking, ancient relic, but he’s certainly making the most of the time that he has left. 

An old photo of nocturnal shenanigans.

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15 responses to “Le vrai courage, c’est celui de trois heures du matin”

  1. Epexshop avatar

    👍👍👍👍

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  2. mmechapeau avatar
    mmechapeau

    Louis is lucky, thanks to both Cad Daddy and you, he has a royal life.

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      Merci! We do our best to give him everything he wants. 🌞 👑

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  3. Dr. CaSo avatar

    I recently organized an international conference, and because of time zones around the world, the conference took place during one full night, from 5pm until 8am the next morning, non-stop, so that Asian and European presenters and attendees could be there at a decent time for them. So, I had to stay awake all night, and Rosie was extremely confused and distraught. I think our cats know they can finally count on some “me-time” while we sleep, of they use that time to have international meetings with other cats around the world (they have their inner-zoom) to plan for their final invasion and takeover of the world, because Rosie seemed to check on me regularly like she was saying “come on, time to go to bed, come on!” Like she was afraid I would see some secret activity. It was quite hilarious and surprising.

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      They’re like little toddlers, aren’t they, needing their routine? I once slept downstairs in the kitchen because Catorze couldn’t get out of the cat flap whilst in Le Cône, and he went utterly deranged, bouncing all over me all night. I had the most awful night’s sleep. 🙄

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  4. Kate Crimmins avatar

    We should all be like Louis (without the bugs of course).

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      The world would be a disturbing place if we were all more like him! 🤣🤣🤣

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      1. Kate Crimmins avatar

        Disturbing but fun!

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  5. mcmcneil1 avatar
    mcmcneil1

    Vive le roi !

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      Do you think he’ll be like Queen Liz, going on and on until he’s a hundred?

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  6. cat9984 avatar

    Emperor of the Night

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      He is indeed! And nobody knew the full extent, until now!

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  7. sevencatsandcounting avatar

    Bug hunting is a marvelous pastime for sa Maj! Darth Vader, too, is spending most of his hours outside, but the majority of those are spent in silent contemplation and nap yoga.

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      Is it a Chat Noir thing?

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      1. sevencatsandcounting avatar

        I believe it is a cat thing. Mine all just love the heat.

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