Apparently U.K. pubs may open in April, but without alcohol. I KNOW. I’m not even drinking at the moment (because we’re doing Dry February) and I still think it’s a stupid idea.
When I am drinking, I far prefer to do it at home; I can have the wine that I want instead of being forced to have Compromise Prosecco, I always get a seat and there’s no queue for the bathroom. Yet Cat Daddy and I often reminisce about pubs and wonder when we will be allowed to go back. (I am talking about Covid, by the way; we haven’t been barred.)
A few nights ago, we remembered one particular occasion which was most certainly blogworthy but, for whatever reason, I didn’t write about it at the time (most likely because Louis Catorze had already done 652 stupid things that week and there wasn’t time/space). That night I returned home from the pub early, leaving Cat Daddy out on the rampage with our friends (and, more worryingly, with my debit card).
Unfortunately we had only taken one key with us and I had brought it home, so Cat Daddy was keyless. Not only that, but I forgot to leave him a spare one in our secret safe place. By the time he came home and realised that he couldn’t get in, my phone had switched to night time setting so all his calls went straight to my voicemail. Not even his knocking at the door woke me up, which was very unusual.
Merci à Dieu, then, for Catorze. For where our lack of organisation, our technology malfunction – even though it was, in actual fact, functioning as it should – and my uncharacteristic sleep-deafness let us down, his ear-imploding screaming saved the day. I came downstairs in the early hours to investigate the God-awful sound and found him sitting by the front door, psycho-eyed and puffed-chested, alerting me to his daddy’s predicament with all his might.
Cat Daddy later: “I don’t understand why he sat by the front door and screamed at me. Why didn’t he go upstairs and scream at you?”
I don’t suppose he needed to. I heard him. And so, I would imagine, did most of the street.
Yes, neighbours, THAT’S what that noise was. Sorry about that.
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I get alerted if the lodger has failed in his duty to feed the beasts in the morning. Even the new beast has learned this. It’s a worrying development.
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The new beast has learned! That’s so funny!
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That cat is funny but I’m glad he doesn’t live nearby!
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😱😱😱
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Well, you can’t say he wasn’t helpful THIS time.
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This is true. He saved his daddy!
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What does a poor cat have to do to get help for his mate? 🙂
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Whatever it was, Catorze did it!
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Even the smallest cat has the vocal power to summon the dead.
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And the dead said, “Oh no, not him again!” 🤣🤣🤣
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Which is why it wasn’t a zombie trying to get in.
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Yup: since zombies eat brains, I doubt they’d waste their time here!
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IT’S OKAY DADDY, I’M TELLING HER TO LET YOU IN. YOU JUST STAY THERE DADDY, SHE’S COMING TO LET YOU IN. I’M LETTING HER KNOW YOU’RE THERE, DADDY, IT’S OKAY.
Probably…
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Hahahaha, I can actually hear his voice (sounding like René from ‘Allo ‘Allo) saying exactly that! 🤣🤣🤣
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Ooh la la 😂
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🤣🤣🤣
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I feel like you’ve added a layer of euphemism to my comment that was NOT intended 😂
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If I did, I didn’t mean it! 🤣🤣🤣
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Uh huhhh. 👀 😂 (No but I got Rene mixed up with one of the waitresses so it seemed like everything would be a euphemism whoops! Actual Rene’s voice is even better!!! 🤣🤣🤣)
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Yes, I’ve always imagined Le Roi as an English speaker with a French accent and his conversation randomly interspersed with French words, rather than as an authentic Frenchie!
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How close to French is he, and how much like the copper? XD
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He’s about as French as pie and mash. 🤣🤣🤣
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🤣 “It is a dick night at half pissed sox” these days, eh, Catorze?
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Can we give le roi some credit? His damsel in distress human mama was sleeping and there was a threatening interloper pounding at the door. Of course le roi screamed his royal scream with the force of 5,000 cats.
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The sound was like nothing on earth. 😱😱😱
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