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Cat Daddy took Louis Catorze for his booster jabs not long ago. The trip there was the usual shit circus, with constant screaming on the journey there and in the waiting room. 

The vet was a new one who hadn’t seen Catorze before. When she attempted the injection with Catorze on the table, it didn’t work because the little sod fought and kicked with the strength of ten angry bears. Because he’s small and sickly, people always assume he’s physically weak. But he always surprises them – especially when they’re trying to get him to do something he doesn’t want to do.

So they had to attempt it again, this time with Cat Daddy holding him, and luckily it was fine the second time.

On the plus side, the vet did say that Catorze looked good for fifteen and a half (true), and that he was cute (whatever). And Cat Daddy created a new song for him, to the tune of Sloop John B like last time, as follows: 

“Louis went for a jab
He felt quite a stab
But now he’s ok ‘cos he’s on his way home
He’s on his way home 
He’s on his way home 
Louis Catorze, he’s on his way home.”

After arriving home Catorze was absolutely manic, racing around in circles from the kitchen through the dining room and into the hallway, all the while howling like a rabid wolf. Cat Daddy was convinced that Catorze was trying to tell us something. I searched our absolute tip of a dining room as best I could and couldn’t see anything, although no doubt I’ll pick up some random object tomorrow and find an oozing, maggoty rat underneath. 

Although he wore himself out and ended up snoozing happily on my lap, we have never previously seen this kind of deranged behaviour in him straight after a vet visit.

What happened? Will this be yet another Roi Mystery, never to be solved? 

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