*WARNING: CONTAINS REFERENCES TO CAT PUKE*
I came downstairs on Monday morning to the far-more-familiar-than-I’d-like sound of indignant screaming at The Front. Sure enough, Cat Daddy had dropped the ball again whilst on late-night Louis Catorze duty and the little sod had been shut out all night.
I let him in, hoping that the screaming would stop once he was safely indoors. Nope: he wasn’t done. He circled my feet and continued to scream and scream, all wild-eyed and outraged.
Catorze raced to his water, then to his food. And, because he bolted each one far too fast, within minutes he had projectile-vomited across the living room.
Now, I am not good with puke. I am fine with other bodily secretions – well, not “fine” at all, but you know what I mean – yet something about puke offends me deeply. Most likely it’s the fact that it’s puke.
Our first cat, Nimbus, used to vomit in very convenient, scentless sausage shapes which one could simply lift away. (We did clean underneath, obviously, but we didn’t have to scrub as the solid sausages left no trace, not even on carpet.) Luther only ever puked once – when he ate a snail – so we didn’t have to deal with it habitually, although I did step in the lukewarm, vommed-up snail remains with bare feet which wasn’t very nice. But, whilst Catorze isn’t a frequent vomiter, we barely have any carpet in the entire Château yet he always manages to land on it. I know that he is doing this on purpose. I can’t prove it but I know it.
The plumber arrived when I was mid-clean. He had only ever met and dealt with Cat Daddy until then, and I’m not sure he even knew anyone else lived here, so the poor man must have had an almighty shock when the door was answered by me, hair tied up in a big pineapple shape on top of my head using a pair of knickers as a hair tie, sleeves rolled up and with a bottle of Method cleaning spray in one hand and a puke-encrusted kitchen towel in the other.
And, when he went upstairs to fit the new part to the boiler, Catorze followed to annoy him whilst he worked.
Cat Daddy slept through the whole sorry saga. And he found it very funny that I was the one left to deal with the screaming and the puke when it was his fault for shutting Sa Maj outside in the first place.
It really is a laugh a minute here at Le Château. Unfortunately it’s people laughing at me, not with me.
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Ah yes. Well, in our house we don’t have air conditioning, so that saves one aggravation.
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No air con here either, although I wish we did have it.
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Sorry – for some reason I mis-read it as the AC repairman.
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No, the plumber! I did wonder where AC came from!
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Is it my imagination…or is he looking more imperial all the time?
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Hahaha! Hadn’t thought of it before, but you are right!
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Cat Manual : When choosing where to deposit the remains of a meal, it is of utmost importance to do so on as difficult to clean a surface as possible. Placement may vary but it is imperative to leave as much of a trail as possible. Stair landings, clean laundry and expensive rugs/textiles are optimal. 😼
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Oh yes. Always on the carpet here. 😩😩😩
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Another corker! 😂
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Merci! It’s never-ending with him, as you know. 😩😩😩
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While I don’t comment often, I really enjoy getting my daily dose of Louis delivered to my inbox. C’est formidable!
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Merci! I am very conscious of overloading people and my ideal would be three times a week, but he just keeps doing more and more stupid-yet-blogworthy things! Some of the incidents are not the first time he has done said stupid thing, but I couldn’t post the first time as he was already doing other stupid things and so there were no slots free. I am trapped in a vortex of stupid things. 🤪
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Some of your readers are in the US of A and are sharing a similar vortex, I (for one) would prefer Catorze’s.
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I must say so would I. 😐
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In the warmer weather, I must watch Madame Colette for staying in the cooler parts of the house and staying hydrated. Over the years she has had a few occasions when she had vomited and it has only been in the summer. So far, it hasn’t been anything other than that. Madame Simone however, will make herself perform in such fashion should I dare put her in the carrier with the intention of going to the car! She doesn’t need cat valium to go to the vet, she needs knock-out drops…
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Oh goodness, I know that feeling re. knock-out drops. I know a certain cat who needs those.
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I have one of those cats. Eats too fast, barfs it all up, wants more food! How lucky we are.
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🤢🤢🤢
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You are much nicer than I am. I would have woken up Cat Daddy and told him to clean up the mess.
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I wish I had, especially as he was so rude afterwards.
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Fun fact you don’t want/need to know: around here when one of our guys eats too fast and then regurgitates (a rare event, thankfully), we call it a Scarf ‘n’ Barf. You’ve got to find the fun where you can.
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Do they then re-scarf the barf? Disgusting, I know, but less clean-up for you.
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I wish they did. Usually they just watch us clean the mess. They’re lucky they’re cute.
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