Whilst the Diwali festivities continued throughout Tuesday night, Louis Catorze decided to do some partying of his own. It wasn’t that long ago that we were saying “We hardly ever see other cats in the garden” so, naturellement, he felt compelled to prove us wrong by entertaining this gentleman caller:
Cat Daddy spotted them on the shed roof, just sitting there and gazing over Catorzian territory. I crept out like a silent ninja, phone in hand, and managed to capture a few photos. Then, when I replied to Cat Daddy who was telling me to hurry up and close the door, I startled the visitor, who took off.
His movement seemed to break the spell and, suddenly, they were no longer buddies; they were mortal enemies, and Catorze showed him this in no uncertain terms, tearing after him. Then the guttural howling started.
Oh. Mon. Dieu.
Cat Daddy: “We’d better check in case one of them is hurt.”
I did. They weren’t.
So a pleasant event spent happily watching the sunset and the Diwali fireworks together, ended in abject embarrassment: a screaming match atop That Neighbour’s shed roof. Luckily, by then, it was almost fully dark, so I was able to hide indoors and pretend that they were nothing to do with me.
I know that inconvenient bullshittery is standard Catorzian comportement, especially in the run-up to Hallowe’en. But we could do without this.
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