Tout était d’or dans le ciel

Today the summer solstice and the full moon combine, which is a very rare occurrence indeed: the last time was in 1948. Louis Catorze’s weirdness seems to heighten during the full moon alone (one (compound) word: BubbleWrapGate), so I am expecting nothing less than Armageddon.

This picture of Louis Catorze shows the exact moment when he realised I was onto him:


The fact that he ate both Dreamies yesterday, thus correctly predicting a draw, whereas I urged people to bet on the opposite of what he said, is just the beginning. I dread to think what is coming next; the prospect of the little sod getting things right is almost too crazy to bear.

Please let me know whether your furry overlords and overladies also play up.

Bienvenue à mon château!

I mentioned in the “About Le Roi et moi” section of this blog that he is more popular than we are, and I wasn’t kidding: this weekend a visitor from Switzerland is coming all the way to Le Château just to see him. This fabulous lady, despite living in another country, has been charmed by my boy’s ridiculous antics and is one of his greatest and most valued supporters; “an audience with the Sun King” is what was requested, although what she will actually get is anyone’s guess.

“The Sun King?” Cat Daddy said, incredulous. “SUN KING? Your poor friend is going to be so disappointed. He’s just a scraggy, thick, black runt who does nothing.” THAT’S THE IRONY OF IT. It would be far too predictable to expect the Sun King to be a big, strong, imposing Maine Coon; the appeal of Le Roi lies in the juxtaposition of the royal title with his unassuming and understated appearance. And has anyone noticed that not only are mob bosses and underworld kingpins always unassuming and understated, but they have the big, strong, imposing guys working for THEM?

Anyway, Le Roi awaits his guest with delight (see below for his delighted face). A bientôt!