An Amazon parcel arrived at Le Château the other day.
Me: “Is that for me?”
Cat Daddy: “No, it’s for Louis.”
Me: “It is not.”
Him: “Yes, it is. I bought it for him.”
Me: “You bought him a present?”
Him, on the defensive: “Yes! What’s wrong with that? Can’t I buy my cat a present if I want?”
I was quite unsettled by this highly atypical turn of events, especially as Cat Daddy is always complaining about Louis Catorze’s shit cluttering up the house, but I decided to just go along with it.
The present is a set of silvervine sticks. You’re likely to have heard of them if you’re a cat person but, if not, they’re a hallucinogenic drug for cats, akin to catnip. So it seems that Cat Daddy just wanted to watch his boy get stoned and have a good laugh about it.
Anyway, as if to spite his papa, Catorze isn’t remotely interested in his new toys. He absolutely couldn’t give a shite. So now we’re stuck with five silvervine sticks that will never be used, and Cat Daddy declares that he will never buy Catorze a present again. No, not even if he makes his seventeenth birthday.
Here is Catorze, displaying his utter indifference:
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