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The males of this household seem to be on sort of synchronised bullshittery mission at the moment. And I could really do without it. 

Cat Daddy let Louis Catorze out at The Front again the other night. Luckily, this time, I had managed to catch Catorze and administer his thyroid medication beforehand, so it wasn’t quite the same desperate situation as it was a few nights ago. However, I didn’t want him out there all night, so Cat Daddy was under strict instructions to call him back in again before going to bed. 

What happened next is going to come as absolutely no surprise whatsoever. 

At 00:40 I was awakened by the sound of faraway yet loud-enough screaming coming through the open window. I came downstairs to find Cat Daddy fast asleep on the sofa, and Catorze still outside at The Front, screaming absolute bloody murder.

After letting him in, I went back up to bed. Cat Daddy woke up hours later, still on the sofa, to discover Catorze asleep on his lap. And, after reading my curt, to-the-point WhatsApp message saying, “Louis is in”, he guessed that he’d massively dropped the ball. 

It turned out that Cat Daddy had gone out three times to call the little sod in, but Catorze, who used to be quite responsive when called, has now figured out that, if he doesn’t respond, nobody can make him. So he just ignored Cat Daddy until he was ready to come in, and that’s when he started screaming. I don’t know how long he had been screaming by the time I heard him at 00:40 and, frankly, I daren’t think about it. I’m just relieved that at least one set of neighbours was away at the time. 

Anyway, Catorze’s jaunts out at The Front have been banned indefinitely, and Cat Daddy, who is no longer speaking to Catorze on account of his disobedience, isn’t disputing this. 

Does this mean that we’ll have some calm and order here at Le Château, just for once? 

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