Over the weekend we had a raging storm in the early hours of the morning, loud enough to wake me up.
When I came downstairs at 5:30am, having been boiled awake (thank you, Jessica, for teaching me this brilliantly descriptive expression) by the heat, I saw that Cat Daddy hadn’t put away the outdoor cushions after Boys’ Club the previous night. Not only were they soaked through, but water had actually POOLED on some of the squishier cushions. And, perched haughtily atop the drenched cushions, was an equally drenched Louis Catorze.
I wish I’d been quick enough to take a photo but, as soon as he saw me, he came bounding indoors, chirping and squawking. But I will never forget this sight. Had he actually … sat outside, exposed to the elements, during the storm? ON PURPOSE?
I know that the answer is probably yes. Yet it still wouldn’t be the weirdest thing about him.
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