Every so often, I read a cat story that utterly lights up my life. Last week I had one of those moments.
I follow a brilliant blog written by a gentleman called Louis Carreras – no, not because his name is Louis, but because he’s a great writer and I always learn new words from his work. My favourite posts from his blog are always the cat ones, in particular the anecdotes about his most memorable miscreant cat, Clancy (aka The Grey Menace).
Louis recently linked back to an absolute corker of a story from some years ago, and I loved it so much that I’ve been sharing it with anyone who’ll listen to me. If you only ever read one thing this week, PLEASE LET IT BE THIS.
There are many things to love about this story, but the main ones for me are, in no particular order:
1. The coffin factory. This sounds like the sort of place invented by the storyteller to protect the identity of the guilty, so to find out that this really was the setting for the story made me spit my tea all over my phone.
2. The police greeting Mr Carreras in the same way that one would greet an expert professional arriving at a crime scene. “Ahhh. We’re glad you’re here …” (I can’t help hearing the words “Mr Bond” or “young Skywalker” at the end, when I replay that part in my head.)
3. The blood. THE BLOOD.
4. The fact that Clancy and his (French) friend traumatised the burglar to such an extent that he ended up snitching on himself.
5. The fact that it was someone else’s cats and not mine. In fact, these two make Catorze look like a churchgoing Boy Scout.
Clancy the Grey Menace, Hunter the Scourge of Rottweilers and Seigneur Jean Le Foot, I salute you for your magnificence. What absolutely brilliant cats!
louiscatorze.com 
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