The flimsy, gossamer-thin silver lining of both of us being at home during Louis Catorze’s food bullying is that the impact is halved. However, when it’s just one of us home alone, that person really does feel the full force of it.
Whilst I successfully escape and spend my day with the comparatively cushy task of teaching teenagers, poor Cat Daddy is trapped with a screaming, creepy-staring, gorging cat. This was just one of the messages that he sent me last week (with the Unrepeatable Expletive blanked out for decency):
That evening’s Boys’ Club saw Catorze uncharacteristically drained and sleeping through much of the usual sport and rock music video viewing.
Cat Daddy, the next day: “I think he’s knackered because he stayed awake all day to get more food. He’s exhausted himself through greediness.”
Is this even a thing? Oh dear God.
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