Something strange is afoot here at Le Château: Boys’ Club appears to have disbanded. Or, at the very least, it’s taking a hiatus. And the reason for this is because Louis Catorze can’t get enough of me.
I know. I KNOW.
The little sod now seeks out MY lap in the evenings. He also comes to bed with me, and is there again when I wake up in the morning. Sometimes he’s been pressed so firmly against me that I’ve squashed him, when leaning over in the middle of the night for my bottle of water.
When Cat Daddy comes to bed and turns off my infrared lamp, he finds me and Catorze curled up, fast asleep, together. This is quite unheard of.
Rather than accept this with grace, I worry that something is amiss. Perhaps Catorze senses that his time on the planet is running out, and he (finally) wants to repay me for all the things I do for him? Or maybe I’M the one who’s about to die and uncharacteristic affection is Catorze’s way of trying to announce this, like a small, toothy Bean Sidhe?
Here is proof that I am telling the truth. What do you make of this?
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