Apart from the snow – which was only the lightest dusting, and it didn’t last – my one wish for 2026 was for Louis Catorze to stop escaping out at The Front every night. I wanted it so much that even lit a candle and whispered my wish to the spirits of the Wolf Moon at the start of the month.
The spirits listened, and they did as I asked. Catorze no longer escapes out at The Front every night.
He has started doing it in the morning instead. (Note: they did as I ASKED, not as I wanted.)
Sometimes, when you complain about something, the universe delivers you a curveball which is worse, making you wonder if, perhaps, that first thing wasn’t so bad after all. When Catorze escaped at The Front at night, whilst massively annoying and inconvenient, at least I could hand the baton to Cat Daddy* if I tired of waiting up for the little sod.
*With varying levels of success, depending on alcohol consumed.
However, when he does it in the morning, there’s more traffic, and the street is busier which means more people are available to be offended by the gut-churning screaming. There’s a good hour and a half between me leaving for work and Cat Daddy rising from his pit, which means Catorze is completely unsupervised. And, of course, it’s daylight, which means there is little-to-no chance of convincingly using the “It must have been some other black cat” lie excuse defence.
The only solution to this is having to be extra vigilant when I open the front door in the mornings. I already find mornings a stressful rush, so having to add something else that my to-do list isn’t particularly welcome. But then, as I have said many times in the past, my convenience is irrelevant. It’s all about the Dark Master.
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