It was a full moon yesterday. Louis Catorze has been moon-sensitive all his life, so much so that we don’t even need to check full moon dates because we can usually tell by his behaviour: he’s wide-eyed, twitchy-eared and highly alert in the couple of days before and after.
For the last few nights just before the full moon, Catorze had been lying on my lap but only pretending to sleep. He was treating every little sound outside with suspicion, flicking his ears and eyeing invisible, otherworldly beings drifting outside the window (even though he was probably the one who summoned them in the first place).
So when I opened the main bedroom window one night, to let out the stale air, I fully expected to come back into the room and see his arse clambering out. It was rather more of a surprise, however, to come back and see his arse clambering IN.
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs, the little sod had crept out of an upper floor window, whilst I had my back turned, and stayed out there for a good fifteen minutes.
Nobody quite knows what he did out there, but no doubt the moonbeams would have charged him up for whatever bullshittery he had in mind. And, with Hallowe’en not too far away, I think there’s more to come.
Please, someone, send help to TW8 urgently.
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