It’s a horror film trope as old as time: a raging storm on Hallowe’en night, when any right-minded, God-fearing creature would be safely tucked up at home, with the doors locked.
This means, of course, that going outside on such a night would be reserved for the following individuals:
- Those not in their right minds
- Those who renounced God long ago
- Those who fall into both of the above categories
Can you see where I’m going with this, Mesdames et Messieurs?
Louis Catorze LOVES storms. Nobody knows why, but he does. Here in TW8 we had rain, on and off, from around 5pm on Hallowe’en, then at 7:30pm it turned into a violent lightning storm which continued until daybreak. Not only was Catorze out all night (no, he wasn’t shut out – he chose to go out) but the little sod woke me three times between midnight and 5am, soaking wet and screaming. Once I was fully awake, and he had rolled the water onto my sheets and pillow, he went back out to get wet all over again.
Hallowe’en, or Samhain, is said to be the Witches’ New Year. If this kind of behaviour is an indication of the next twelve months to come, then we’re in trouble.
Here is Catorze, pictured on the morning of the 31st. Was he … SUMMONING THE STORM GODS?
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