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Month: Jul 2024

  • Was today typical? Typical of what? If we mean typical of what would happen to most people most of the time, I hope not. But typical of the usual shite that happens here? Most likely, yes. Louis Catorze has just dipped his tail into my tea. This has happened before but, on this occasion, he…

  • On Friday night, Cat Daddy and I watched the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympics. If you missed it, just chug a couple of shots of overproof vodka and watch back-to-back episodes of Dr Who (from the 1970s, not recent ones) on YouTube, and you’ll have a similar experience. And, if you fancy a giggle,…

  • I have decided to call this little photo-story “What the hell is happening here?” Although he did it in our previous house, Louis Catorze has never used the bathroom window here as an entrance or exit route – well, not to our knowledge. But, last night, for whatever reason, he did. Nobody knows why. Once…

  • What are your future travel plans? Cat Daddy says, “Anywhere. Quick.” Remember Louis Catorze’s less-than-enthusiastic welcome home? Well, all that changed when I made crab pasta. As soon as he smelled it, THEN he wanted to be my friend and had plenty to say about it.  Here is a tiny snippet of what we were…

  • We are home, and feeling quite smug that we missed the heatwave. (And, by “heatwave”, I mean that it was 30°C for one (1) day. We’re British. Being a bit pathetic in the summer is what we do.) Louis Catorze greeted me with a dismissive scowl, then walked towards me and flopped down just out…

  • I really miss cats. We haven’t been short of wildlife during our stay here, but the best part of my whole day is sitting on the sofa, drinking green tea with Louis Catorze on my lap. So it’s been very strange not being able to do that. We have been lucky enough to spend time…

  • Cat Daddy and I are still having a magnificent time in this beautiful place, but I miss cats. And, yes, we have mooted the idea of bringing Louis Catorze with us the next time. Me: “But what about the journey up here? All that screaming?” Cat Daddy: “Maybe we could send him separately by DHL?…

  • Someone has advertised their professional cleaning services on our local neighbourhood forum, including before and after shots of what they’ve been able to achieve. I stopped scrolling after a few because some of the “before” shots were truly stomach-churning. One of the less awful ones showed a carpet covered in mud, with a cat sitting…

  • If you could host a dinner and anyone you invited were sure to come, who would you invite? Louis Catorze doesn’t really have any friends, so his dinner party would be a quiet affair consisting of just him and Cat Daddy. I don’t suppose even I would be invited, although I would probably be expected…

  • Louis Catorze is having a ball in our absence, just as we thought he would. We are moderately offended at how disloyal he is, but at least we know we won’t be subjected to a post-holiday sulk upon our return. He has been spending a lot of time out in the rain. Our chat-sitteur was…

  • Cat Daddy and I are in our favourite place in the Scottish Highlands and, although we have barely started this holiday, we have already started thinking about the next one. I wonder how receptive he would be to a trip to Minneapolis around late June next year, to witness this absolute cracker of an event?…

  • We have a new Prime Minister and a new government. They are by no means flawless, but we were at such a low that we would have happily accepted anyone. (Well, maybe not Donald Trump or Nigel Farage. Or Marine Le Pen. Anyone but those three.) One of the perks of being Prime Minister is…

  • *WARNING: CONTAINS IMPLIED PENIS-CAUGHT-IN-ZIP INJURY REFERENCES. (Cat Daddy made me write that.)* Louis Catorze has just been for his steroid injection. It’s probably a little early, but we wanted to tick it off before going away on holiday. Having the jab makes him less likely to have skin problems, but it also makes him more…

  • Since Cat-Disliking Friend is a science teacher, whenever I have a science question that I can’t be bothered to Google, I ask him. And, when I say, “May I ask you a science question?” his usual response is to roll his eyes and say, “It’s not about your cat again, is it?” Just before the…