Cat Daddy and I have booked a course of music theory classes with our guitar teacher, to supplement our guitar lessons. We’ve just attended a Zoom taster session, with a view to starting the full set of classes properly the week after next.
As you are aware, Louis Catorze is an utter pest on Zoom calls. However, since it was a warm evening and there was mischief to be had outside, we were quite confident that he would have better things to do than annoy us.
He didn’t.
The little sod appeared during a very quiet part of the proceedings, when the teacher had put a piece of sheet music on the screen and we were all supposed to be working out the note values in silence.
Me, in my head: “Oh dear God, no.”
Catorze jumped onto the sofa and walked across me and past the screen to his papa’s lap, screaming himself senseless.
Me, out loud: “Oh dear God, no.”
Luckily we were all on mute, so nobody heard him. However, because Cat Daddy was wearing a white* shirt, it was very obvious to everyone on the call that there was a black cat clambering all over one of us, whilst the other was in fits of giggles. You didn’t need volume to figure all that out.
*Cat Daddy absolutely NEVER wears a white shirt. It’s as sure as night follows day that his shirt will be dark. If he had done as he normally does, it would have been much easier to conceal the marauding Catorzian form from everyone else on the Zoom call.
The worst part of it was that Steve, our guitar teacher’s massive ginger cat, sat beautifully behind his Cat Daddy during the session and didn’t make a sound. So cats CAN behave during Zoom calls, if they want to. Ours just doesn’t want to.
The last part of our lesson involved playing our guitars**. Catorze can’t stand the sound, so off he went. And, as soon as our lesson ended, the foxes started their stomach-churning, unearthly shrieking in the Zone Libre, and Catorze couldn’t resist going out to investigate.
**Sorry to Family Next Door and all our other neighbours; “House of the Rising Sun” has probably been the ruin of many an evening and weekend, thanks to us.
We now have a problem to resolve before the full course starts. Suddenly that lead-lined underground vault is no longer just a joke that I make.

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