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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 of my reach. It was as if the idea of welcoming me home had crossed his mind fleetingly, but then he thought better of it.

With Cat Daddy, however, it was a different matter. Lap time and Boys’ Club roughhousery resumed within minutes:

Whenever I see black cat things whilst out and about, I have to take pictures of them. On the way back from Scotland, Cat Daddy and I stayed in the Black Bull pub in Sedburgh, who serve a very imaginative Japanese-inspired tasting menu. Japanese people LOVE their cats, and on the wall was this delightful picture:

Try as I might, I wasn’t able to take a decent shot without the reflections in the glass, hence the wonky angle. And the mysterious turquoise orb managed to find me, too.

Then Cat Daddy tried, and achieved the shot below. I think his effort sums up Louis Catorze far better than mine; not only is the cat toying with a glowing ball between his front paws, but look at the glow emanating from the other end:

The sun is shining out of his arse, which aligns exactly with Catorze’s view of himself.

We are so happy to be back home with the little sod. Thank you so much to our chat-sitteur for looking after him.

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