Cat Daddy and I are thrilled that the football is back. Louis Catorze would have preferred it if we were able to invite the boys* round to watch it, bien sûr, but I think even he accepts that compromised football is better than none at all.
*Catorze is, however, still able to get his virtual boy-fix through Cat Daddy’s Friday night Zoom meet with his pub mates. Last week’s topics of conversation were as follows:
1. Moles (at the time I misheard and thought it was “Mould”, but I have since been corrected and I am sure you will all agree that “Moles” is a far more interesting topic)
2. Who slept with whom in their youth (and finding out that they had women in common)
4. Hot TV presenters from the 70s and 80s, and which ones are still hot
5. Hoarding/finding food items in the cupboard with ancient expiry dates
6. Ice Road Truckers, and which ones have haemorrhoids
8. Simon’s fruit loaf, and whether or not he should ice it
As we aren’t able to attend matches, our beloved Brentford Football Club have offered season ticket holders the chance to have photos of themselves printed onto a giant banner. (Again, an implied presence at Griffin Park is better than none at all.) And I thought it might be rather fun to, erm, PhotoShop Catorze’s face onto my body and submit that, instead of submitting a photo of myself.
Cat Daddy, when I suggested the idea: “…”
I don’t have the skills to do such a thing but, luckily, Cocoa the babysit cat’s daddy does. So I sent him a photo of myself in my Brentford shirt, plus a selection of Catorze head shots, and let him work his magic. And this is what he created:
Cat Daddy, when he saw the above image: “…”
The only possible glitch that I can foresee is that the club supplied a humanoid-shaped template into which supporters have to somehow make our photos fit, and of course this doesn’t allow for Sa Maj’s ears. So, in the very unlikely event of him slipping past the censors, his image will probably be earless. This will make the end result creepier but also much, much funnier.
Here is Catorze in the template:
So now we wait. The possible outcomes are as follows:
A. Brentford Football Club accept the photo and Catorze is shown on TV, with or without ears.
B. They send me a politely-worded rejection email.
C. We never find out whether I have been accepted or rejected.
Obviously option C would be very disappointing indeed, and I hope beyond hope that it’s option A. But I’d settle for the moderate comedy value of option B.
Thank you so much to Cocoa and Chanel’s Cat Daddy for his magnificent work.