Thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday wishes to Louis Catorze.
Cat Daddy and I made the decision to postpone the Sweet Sixteen party due to the weather. They haven’t just predicted a few showers; it’s an apocalyptic thunderstorm all day, with lightning forecast at 1pm, exactly the time that we had planned to ask everyone to arrive. And, regretfully, we just aren’t able to host that many people for an indoors-only fête.
I don’t know much about the Bible, but I’m pretty sure there’s at least one story about God sending thunderbolts and lightning to lay his vengeance upon some unholy abomination. And, this weekend, Catorze is that unholy abomination.
I know. Imagine that.
Anyway, the little sod had a lovely birthday, spending the morning racing around the house knocking things over, the afternoon sleeping on a hi-vis cycling jacket (because the freezer bag has been confiscated) and the evening gadding about outside. He even managed to escape out at The Front to charge up under the Beltane full moon:
We are trying to reschedule the party for sometime in the summer. With half of our guests available for the first proposed date, the other half preferring the second and a small, awkward minority (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) not able to make either, it looks as if we might end up planning multiple parties.
Since Catorze loves visitors – he’s one of the few people for whom “the more, the merrier” really applies – I wouldn’t put it past him to have planned this on purpose.
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