What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Here in the UK, autumn is coming early.
Falling leaves and ripening berries are usually among the joys of September but, this year, because of our apocalyptically dry summer, we started seeing them as early as mid-August. I don’t want to like this, because I know that it’s bad news and an indication that the planet is doomed. Nevertheless, the sight of these first whispers of my favourite season somehow comforts my soul.
Soon there will be trees ablaze with colour, misty mornings, spice-scented candles (well, not in this house, because a certain someone’s sensitive skin means we’re not allowed), hearty autumn recipes and, best of all, cuddling cats.
I like the last one best of all.
During the summer, I rarely see Louise Catorze. He loves the warmer months so much that he is constantly out, all day and all night, only coming indoors to eat and drink water (and, sometimes, not even bothering to do that). The cooler mornings and evenings mean that he spends more time on my lap. I know that he’s only doing this because he’s cold, but I don’t care. I’ll take it.
Inexplicably, after spending the summer looking like he’d just been dug up from an ancient tomb, his fur is now Vantablack and plushy, and he has an alertness in his eyes that he didn’t have before. He actually looks younger and better than he did two months ago, as if some hidden force is feeding him life.
Equally inexplicably, he appeared to gain his winter coat at the end of last month. Yes, in August. No, it’s not normal.
Cat Daddy: “You’re getting meatier, Louis! What’s happened?”
We don’t know. Nobody does.
As one of my blog followers once said, someone somewhere has a painting of him in their attic. And they’re right. I can’t prove it, but I know it.
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