Whilst it wasn’t the worst Christmas in living memory, it wasn’t the best, either. I still have the dregs of the flu that has been plaguing me for a week, and on Christmas morning Cat Daddy started to feel under the weather, too. Cooking Christmas dinner felt like all twelve labours of Hercules at once, but we did it.
Louis Catorze, on the other hand, is on top of the world, merci for asking. When he was first diagnosed with hyperthyroidism, we were determined to stick rigidly to his strict diet. But, seeing how well he’s doing, we are more relaxed about it. We would probably feel differently if he were younger and had his whole life ahead of him. However, since he’s already exceeded our expectations in terms of longevity – in fact, it’s now starting to creep us out – we don’t mind too much if he has the odd treat.
So, despite originally saying no when I suggested giving Catorze a turkey treat, on Boxing Day, Cat Daddy gave him a huge plateful of turkey and gravy. Catorze couldn’t believe his luck.
The little sod also had great fun bouncing around with a piece of gold ribbon and, when he had finished, he made himself a little nest with some leftover bubble wrap:
We humans may be crumbling into dust, but at least we are able to provide the feline contingent with warmth, abundant food, entertainment and love. Le Roi Guillaume le Conquérant would be so proud that the feudal system is alive and well in west London in 2025.
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