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Je crie, donc je suis
Je crie, donc je suis
It’s not been such a Bonne Année here at Le Château. In fact, it’s been an awful few days, with last night being especially horrific. It was bad enough that Louis Catorze’s drugs count read just like The Twelve Days of Christmas: “Two-oo Gaba-pentin, two Zyl-kene, o-one Met-a-cam, and some Broad-line to treat the worms…
We have now lived through pretty much a whole week of having to medicate Louis Catorze three times a day. (Well, when I say “We”, I actually mean just me; somehow Cat Daddy has declared himself exempt from the task, just by being catastrophically bad at it.) And, whilst the odd attempt was better than…