Will one fruit do?
We had a visitor to Le Château the other day, as you can see below. And, before you ask what on earth this has to do with fruit, our guest’s name is Lemon. I’m not joking.
Lemon may look like a fine specimen of velvety plumptiousness in these photos but, in actual fact, the poor boy has seen better days; he has the remains of an old wound on his face, and an even worse, more recent wound on his shoulder. Louis Catorze gave him the traditional Catorzian welcome (hissing and swearing) and Lemon, rather than retaliating, backed away, looking confused and sad.
I pinged his photo out onto our local neighbourhood forum and, within a matter of hours, I was able to find out his name and where he lived. It turned out that he wasn’t lost, but had just wandered too far on account of his, erm, fruits still being on the vine. One of our neighbours has alerted Lemon’s owner to his injuries and told them – again – to harvest those fruits.
In the nicest possible way, I hope we don’t see him again; the thought of him crossing the Zone Libre amidst foxes, aggressive crows and all manner of other horrors, isn’t very nice.
Neuter your cats, people. There’s absolutely no reason not to.