Cent façons d’embêter son papa

~ iamthesunking

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.

“Papa! Stroke moi!”
“Papa! Cuddle moi!”
“Papa! Love moi!”
“Papa! Worship moi!”

24 thoughts on “Cent façons d’embêter son papa”

    2. 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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  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. 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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    1. 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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  10. 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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