What’s your favourite word?
Cat Daddy has several favourite words. Very few of them can be repeated in polite company. Yet, yesterday morning, I heard a torrent of them flowing from the kitchen, interspersed with feline screaming.
Cat Daddy had switched on the television, started watching the golf, and rewound the live broadcast to catch up on the bits that he’d missed. However, Louis Catorze had then stepped onto the remote control and changed channels. When Cat Daddy switched back to the golf, it had finished and he was no longer able to rewind, on account of the channel change.
Cat Daddy: “He’s ****ing ****ed everything up now. What a **** he is.”
Catorze: “Mwah!”
Cat Daddy: “Bastard cat.”
Catorze: “Mwah!”
This is just the beginning of post-steroid Catorze’s pre-Hallowe’en shenanigans. I can’t quite bring myself to tell Cat Daddy that it can, and will, only get worse.
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