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What better way to spend a half term break than accidentally meeting celebrity cats?

Cat Daddy and I met up with some friends, who also happen to be fellow Chat Noir hostages, and, after lunch, we went for a short walk along the river as it was a lovely day. And we just happened to bump into this absolute beauty, sitting calmly among the crowds with her Cat Daddy:

I asked what her name was, and her Cat Daddy said “Sigrid”. At first I thought he’d said “Cigarette”, and I thought that was a strange name for a cat. But it was a good enough cat name for Albert Camus. And, since my cat is called Sa Majesté Louis Catorze, Le Roi Soleil, plus my parents gave me a difficult name which absolutely nobody can pronounce, I can’t really afford to throw stones when it comes to weird names.

Sigrid is a Norwegian Forest Cat and she is deaf. When we Googled her later, we discovered that she is famous for accompanying her Cat Daddy, Travis, on cycling adventures. She hisses at dogs as she passes them. It’s the most brilliant thing ever.

I wish I could take Catorze on cycling adventures. Regretfully it will never happen, since I don’t like cycling and I don’t trust Catorze to behave himself; he would be screaming all the way, then making off with the first random man that he saw. I can’t even take him on a ten-minute walk to the vet, although that’s less of an “adventure” and more of a Herculean labour.

If you’re on Instagram and you’d like to follow Sigrid and Travis, here they are. And, if your cat is an adventurer, please tell me all about it!

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