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This dark time of year is traditionally associated with rest and quiet introspection. However, for Louis Catorze, it’s time to play.

Unfortunately, Cat Daddy and I don’t want to play, New Year or not, especially since one of us has just had the flu and the other is still dealing with a long-standing knee/hip/lower back injury which doesn’t seem to be improving. We were hoping for the rest and quiet introspection. However, it’s never been about us or what we want, has it? It’s all about Catorze. 

Catorze has been letting us know that he wants to play by jumping onto the shutters to eyeball passing dogs, thundering around the house with surprisingly heavy feet, trying to climb into the shredder (what could POSSIBLY go wrong there?) and so on. Sometimes we hear wood clattering against wood in the next room and, when we investigate, we find that he’s pulled out one of his string-on-a-stick toys from its storage place and is arsing around with it. 

Oh and, whilst we were away for our family’s Christmas gathering, we had ANOTHER chat-sitteur comment on how loud Catorze is. We should probably put up a sign saying, “No, nothing is wrong with him. That’s just his normal voice.” 

We always thought that someone somewhere had a portrait of Catorze in their attic. But perhaps his MO is draining his humans’ health and energy, leaving us to rot away slowly whilst he remains freakishly youthful? I’m furious with myself for not spotting this before (not that I could have done anything about it). 

Bonne année à tous, and thank you for another year of supporting Catorze. May you glide effortlessly through 2026 like an ageless vampire, never requiring Lemsip or Deep Heat. 

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