How do you feel about cold weather?
So … cats and cold weather. The cold usually brings our heat-seeking, furry psychopaths to us for cuddles and, although we know that they are just using us for our body heat, this is rather nice. However, in Louis Catorze’s case, the added benefit of this is that I am able to see what he’s up to (in a “keep your enemies closer” kind of way, rather than in a protective, motherly way).
During the summer months, Catorze is out gallivanting and I barely see him. His travels take him into neighbouring gardens, the Zone Libre (the playing field of a school backing onto our house), and all manner of other places that I don’t know. Do I even want to know? I have considered a tracker for him, but I fear that, once I start following his whereabouts, I won’t be able to haul myself out of that rabbit hole. Some trackers even allow friends and family to check up on your cat, but the “It must have been some other black cat” excuse has served me well so far whenever there is trouble. The last thing I want is proof beyond all reasonable doubt.
The summer is lovely if you are one of those three or four people on the planet with a cat who behaves themselves. For the rest of us, autumn and winter can’t come quickly enough.
