Louis Catorze didn’t come to be fed yesterday morning, which is highly unusual for him. I went about my usual morning routine, expectantly looking out for his up-tail sailing past and listening out for his voice, but there was no sign of him.
Catorze doesn’t tend to wander far, and we have learned from experience that, if he goes missing, we should give it at least three days before we start to worry. However, wandering into a searingly-hot greenhouse during a heatwave is exactly the sort of thing he would do; in the back of my mind was the displeasing vision of him on a neighbour’s premises, having dried up into a brittle crisp in an outbuilding somewhere.
I messaged Cat Daddy from work and asked him to send me proof of Catorzian life. And it didn’t take long. I probably should have looked here first:
Catorze was never missing; the little sod had overslept because he and Cat Daddy had stayed up late together to watch Scotland v Brazil.
And, naturellement, upon finding his boy, Cat Daddy then opened the awning so that Catorze would be protected from the sun.
Here he is again, having just had his SECOND ice cube massage of the day. You won’t be surprised to know that he’s now started to scream, headbutting and claw us when he wants them:
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