Since that time Louis Catorze came home caked in dust, his fur has been unbelievably soft and beautiful. Even Cat Daddy has noticed and commented.
In seemingly-related but, in fact, completely separate news, we decided, a few weeks ago, to ditch Catorze’s beauty oil.
The reasons for this were as follows:
1. We couldn’t cope with the smell; although the new product was moderately less pungent than the previous one, it was still pretty awful.
2. Because he was so useless at grooming it off, all manner of crud stuck to the residue, making him permanently gross to look at and to touch.
3. The stickiness meant that, when we brushed him, the excess fur wouldn’t come off.
So, all in all, not really enough net gains to make it worthwhile.
It’s a bit of a shame as we had just discovered an improved application technique: piercing the capsule with a cocktail stick, waiting with Satan’s lollipop (see below) within easy reach, then whipping out the stick and pouncing as soon as Catorze approached. The stick served the dual purpose of reminding me where the hole was and also preventing him from smelling it too quickly and then doing a runner.
However, all this is irrelevant now, since we know that we can achieve the desired effect by letting him hang out with builders and roll around in their dust.
In fact, if they were to use him as both the dustpan and the brush at the end of their working day, it could be a win-win for all, non?