At the start of this week, I visited Family Next Door to give them their “Thank you for chat-sitting” gifts. They reported that Louis Catorze had been so screamy during our weekend away that they almost called us to ask if it were normal.
(Of course it’s not. Nothing about life with him is normal. But I couldn’t be bothered to explain it all, so I just said yes.)
In other news, Catorze has just come in covered in some sort of plant matter. As well as what you can see here, there’s a HUGE patch on the side of his body (about a tablespoon of seeds, if I were to measure them out):
Naturellement the little sod isn’t happy with me trying to pick them off, and he writhes and whines when I try to do so.
What has he been DOING? Do I have to remind him, yet again, that he’s an old cat (which means he should be slowing the heck down)? How is he finding the time and the inclination to gad about in plant matter when the rest of the world – well, one half of it, anyway – is seeking cosy warmth?
Only Catorze knows the answers. And he ain’t telling.
*EDIT: after I eventually picked off the seeds, one by one, I found him like this the very next day:
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