Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
Louis Catorze is an old man aged fifteen. We are starting to see that he’s slowing down physically – more laboured pitter-pattering, no more hunting (so far) – so you’d be forgiven for thinking that not much would cause him to even flick a whisker, let alone feel excitement. However, a few nights ago, one of his chat-sitteurs came for dinner with her parents and brother, and the little sod absolutely lost his shit.
Catorze loves visitors, and he especially loves this family, so we fully expected him to be the centre of attention that evening. We also expected him to be all over the male members of the party, which is standard Catorzian behaviour.
However, after never being a friend of the camera lens in all the time we’ve known him, it was something of a surprise to see him suddenly develop the posing skills and photogenic quality of peak Brigitte Bardot. And the chat-sitteur had brought along a nifty new camera, for the sole purpose of photographing Catorze.
I have probably managed to achieve a dozen or so passable shots of Sa Maj, in all the years that we’ve known him. The chat-sitteur probably took double that number of lovely photos that evening.
These are the two that I like the best because, together, they show the two contrasting sides of Catorze: grizzled old vampire and eternally-youthful kitten. In fact, these could easily be two different cats:
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