When Louis Catorze goes on the rampage in the neighbourhood, and we’ve been forced to wheel out the “It must have been some other black cat” excuse, we haven’t actually had a specific one in mind. What we say isn’t exactly a lie as such, nor is it quite the same as directly BLAMING another cat for Catorze’s misdeeds. … is it? It’s more like a simple omission, non?
Anyway, when Cat Daddy went for a walk the other day, he saw this fine gentleman at the wrong end of our street:

I say “the wrong end” because all the things that good cats would avoid, but which are irresistible to the troublemakers – a busy junction, dogs galore and a pub with marauding drunk men – are there. However much we malign The Front, the real danger is at The Wrong End.
The only time Catorze has shown any interest in The Wrong End was on this excruciating occasion, years ago. Since then, a few people have claimed to see him there, but now it’s clear that it was this other black cat all along. To me, they don’t look remotely alike … but, if others think they do, maybe I should just play a strategic game and go with it?

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