We are on the last part of our holiday: a few days in the North East, in a lovely townhouse overlooking a little marina. Once again we appear to be on Dog Territory, and I’m not sure that the Sun King would approve of this:

Part of our trip included seeing a friend whom I have known online for fifteenish years yet never met in person, until now. During term time I told my students about this meet-up, and they were very concerned indeed.
“Are you going to take someone with you, Miss?”
“And you and your friend have only ever chatted online? What if she isn’t actually a woman at all, but some creepy old man?”
“Or what if she turns out to be a 12-year-old boy?”
At least my lessons about online safety have worked. Anyway, my students needn’t have worried because the meeting went well, and my friend was neither an internet pervert nor an adolescent boy. And she has cats. Look at them!





Before we left Wales, we drunk-booked our next summer holiday. But, when we woke up the next morning and remembered what we’d done, we realised that it was, in fact, one of our better decisions, and so we sober-paid the non-refundable deposit.
Now, the only thing is what to do with Louis Catorze during this time. I would be very happy to ask our current chat-sitteur if she would like to come and live with him again, but would she want another week of him and his stupid shite? It’s quite stressful being asked to commit to something that you don’t want to do, months and months in advance, because you don’t really have a way out of it. I’ve been in this position a few times, and I’ve found myself lamely stuttering, “Erm, I’m not sure what my plans will be at that time …” when we both know full well that it’s way too far ahead for anyone to have any plans. Yes, it would be so much easier to just be honest in these situations, but that’s not really how life works.
Since our chat-sitteur happens to read Le Blog I know she will see this post, so all I have to do is await a response from her. And, yes, I am aware that no response is still a response.
My goodness – what a formal group your friend has,. Be sure none slips into your luggage,
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I wanted to take them all home!
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I’m seeing a tuxedo cat theme here. All beautiful! I’m sure the sitter things Louis is wonderful!
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She says he has some very unique ways. Not sure how to take that! 🤣🤣🤣
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If only I didn’t live so far….
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You’d chat-sit Catorze? 😱😱😱
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Who knows? Perhaps your current cat-sitter enjoys taking care of Louis. As the saying goes, it takes all sorts, doesn’t it?
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It does indeed! Someone somewhere must surely not mind him? 🤣🤣🤣
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Mon Dieu… for a short moment I thought I was in a wrong place! 😉
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You mean because of the dog? Or because, for once, my blog features photogenic cats? 🤣🤣🤣
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Louis is very cute too.
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Thanks, but he’s not really. 🤣🤣🤣
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Love that they’re all B&W 🙂
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Me too! 🖤🤍
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Adorable! Phelps approves. I assume you wore a ballgown and CD un smoking to make the acquaintance of such a stylish group.
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They are stylish, aren’t they? Très chics indeed.
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What an adorable bunch of tuxies!
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Aren’t they magnificent? So smart!
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Those cats are adorable. When we got our first two, I was very tempted to take the entire litter (six!) Now I’m a bit sad I didn’t (but just living with three, also fairly relieved) 🙂
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I’ve always wanted a few, but look at the trouble I have with one!
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Lol I read somewhere that 3 cats are no more trouble than 2, but now that I have 3, I realize that’s still quite a lot of trouble 😂
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I must say that, when I visited the five and it was feeding time, and they all started yowling in unison, it made me realise that that many could quite easily turn on me and eat me alive, feet first. 😳
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Lol I could definitely see how that would be intimidating. At least they’re synchronized, though– our attempts at a schedule have completely fallen apart.
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Ha, so you’re running a Deliveroo-style service where food is served upon request?
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Pretty much. I blame my partner– he’s way too quick to give in to demands lol
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We’re all the same!
Me with my nephews: “You’ll eat what you’re given.”
Me with my cat: “If you don’t like your food, I’ll keep trying with 9,072 other varieties until we find one that you do like.”
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Sounds about right 😀
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