Odile's four kittens have grown by leaps and bounds. Biscuit, a calico female, Charbon, a gray male, Tuxedo, a black and white male and Moree, an orange male. But my god, how clingy they are! As soon as they learned to walk, they followed me all over my apartment.
"Ha-ha! That's so cute!" Rody said to me. "And you named one after me? Thanks!"
Yes, for you maybe, but who's stuck looking after them most of the time? Me, Vincent. Not you, Rody. Oh, he's already been to the apartment – sometimes unexpectedly! – to look after Odile and the kittens. That's nice, especially as he was the one who found Odile by the dumpster, but still, I'm the one who keeps them at my place.
The worst is when I want to cook. They have such a fine nose! Especially when it comes to fish. All it takes is one salty whiff of seafood and Biscuit, Charbon, Tuxedo and Moree are after my legs, meowing and begging for a bite. Sometimes Odile comes to ask for some too! I have to lock them up in my room to cook in peace.
They get hair all over the place, they claw at my luxury furniture, I have to empty their litter boxes when Rody doesn't do it. Odile and her kittens seem to make my life miserable, and yet I love them. It's crazy, but their presence brings me something pleasant. When I'm resting and they come and lie next to me, their purring soothes me. I even let the kittens lie on my belly! Well, not all four at once. Biscuit, Charbon, Tuxedo and Moree even manage to make me laugh sometimes when they're having fun together, when they're "fighting" with their paws.
I should be thanking Rody. It's thanks to him that Odile and her children are here.