Last week Nick Ferrari on LBC (a U.K. radio station) had a phone-in with the question “How many cats is too many?” and Cat Daddy gave serious thought to calling in and saying “One”. No doubt the call would have been punctuated by ear-splitting screaming from a certain individual, proving Cat Daddy’s point.
Oui, Mesdames et Messieurs: Louis Catorze has been putting all his efforts into annoying the absolute merde out of his papa. I am not there to witness it because I’m at work, but I receive regular photos on the matter, accompanied with complaints of “He won’t ****ing leave me alone.”
Catorze’s tactics include stalkerishly following Cat Daddy everywhere he goes, headbutting his hands and laptop, and, of course, screaming. It wouldn’t be classic Catorze without the screaming. Cat Daddy has even been known to go for long walks just to avoid the little sod, and he was very upset the last time because it started to rain and he had to come back home earlier than planned.
Here are a few photos from the last session. Luckily they are just photos and we have been spared the horror of his voice.
jesuisleroisoleil 
I want to hear that you have mastered the moods and whims of that cat. Tame that lovely beast!
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Nope. We have no idea! 🤷♀️
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Sometimes, there may be no taming. …
THAT YOUNG BLACK CAT NEEDED SOMETHING (another mostly true story) ‘If only I had
something new,’ / she thought, ‘something adventurous / to do, like when
the fields grew tall, fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’ / she, feline feisty and
precious / needed something or to climb the wall. // She walked over to the window pane /
and looked out to the neighboring homes / to where she hoped to find something / —
something new, beyond the back lane / rocky road, where she’d often roam / to where her
eyes would be wandering. // And when her attention was caught / by the towering
shingled roof / sheltering the large corner store / she at once decided she ought / to climb
to its black peak as proof / of her worth to those who did her adore. // Through the yards
one by one she went / glancing around this and that corner / over then under fences tall /
till she stood at the wall she’d meant / to conquer as a foreigner / without any fear that
she’d fall. // She looked to the two garbage cans / leaning against the wooden shed / right
next to the store that was so pink; / up she jumped, her feet and hands / reached the top
by but a thread / of no better place could she think. // Having achieved her noteworthy
climb / she gazed over to the swaying trees / unaware that her hostess stood near; / at the
bus stop as passed the time / the woman looked up into the breeze / and saw her black
cat who knew no fear. // Thus the feline had done something new / and not seeing her
hostess’s stare / she returned home fulfilled and content / for from this day excitement
she drew / and she thought again she’d climb and dare / those high places worthy of her
scent.
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Even if they are just photos, it’s like we’re there.
😺
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Likewise, I was at work when these were taken but I felt like I was there!
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Hahaha… I’m sorry, but sometimes ‘Cat Daddies’ have a tendency to exaggerate their problems. Just buy a cool breathable rain suit for Cat Daddy!
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I think what he needs is a Cloak of Invisibility! (He would borrow Le Roi’s but he can’t find it.)
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Check out eBay for a Romulan or Klingon cloaking device… but my guess is that they don’t come cheap! 😉
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I bet they’re cheaper than a bag of Orijen!
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Tell Cat Daddy I feel his pain, literally. I have online work to do mornings before I go into my regular job. Chris usually comes and sits on my lap, which is fine until he starts clawing at me. Eventually, he causes me to yell in pain which, in turn, annoys my wife. He is scratching me while I try to write this.
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Oh my! 🤣🤣🤣 Do you have the others annoying you, too, or just him?
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Just Chris. That is why we close them out of the bedroom when we sleep. Otherwise, Chris bothers me all night.
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Poor baby, he misses you so he needs extra love from Cat Daddy! I am an expert at typing with one hand now, because I used to have a cat who needed to cuddle her little head in my hand for hours while I was trying to work… I’d pay a lot of money to have her like that again, now that Miss Penny just ignores me most of the time!
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Trust me, he doesn’t miss me! When I come home he will come and greet me, just to say hello, but then head straight back to his daddy. 🙄
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Poor Louis! Maybe the colder weather means he wants more snuggles
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I doubt that. I think he’s just being a shite.
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Hmmm. It’s interesting that this all takes place when you are “safely” at work.
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Hahaha! I know! 🤣🤣🤣
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He just wants love!
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He does. Whether Cat Daddy wants to give it or not!
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How did Cat Daddy fail to realize that his retirement would revolve around Catorze? A bit like he traded one job for a screamier, more annoying job.
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I know, right? 🤣🤣🤣
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Indeed a beautiful black feline; reminds me of my own, about whom I penned the following verse (and more) long ago. …
THAT BLACK CAT, SHE INVADED HIS DREAMS
(mostly a true story)
SHE laid by his bared feet
at the foot of his bed
though in his dream they’d meet
which they did in his head.
For this sleek black feline
she’d been in there before,
such she’d never decline
as that cat he’d adore.
A myth it couldn’t be
that her claws touched his toes,
as the dreaming did he
was about that she knows.
The dream she boldly caught
that night she did invade
was the dream she had sought,
the dream she’d long delayed.
Within, she placed her claws
upon his sleep-bound feet,
all performed with no flaws
then and there they did meet.
Though not feeling abused
by prickling on his toes,
he still looked down confused
at each five toes, two rows.
Naught of her did he find
in his dream created
though back to wakened mind
he saw her and stated:
‘Mimi! It’s you—you rascal!’
yet he still adored her
while finding comical
her response, a smooth ‘murrr’.
From the thick mattress down
she landed, without woes,
as he said, ‘You little clown—
you leave alone my toes.’
Thought she, ‘Again we’ll meet
as you dream fast asleep
when the toes on your feet
from my paws you can’t keep.’
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She sounds like a magnificent panther!
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