At the start of the week, the chat-sitteur who looked after Louis Catorze whilst we were in Scotland, came round for dinner with her lovely family.
Catorze was happy to see her, but BESIDE HIMSELF to spend time with her brother (no great surprise there as he, erm, prefers the company of gentlemen). And, luckily, the feeling was mutual. Chat-Sitteur’s Brother cradled him like a baby and talked to him in his Cat Lady voice, telling him what a good boy he was (I know – we just went along with it) and how lovely his fangs were.
Chat-Sitteur: “He never lets me hold him like that.”
I hear you. Really, I do.
Every cat person (apart from Cat Daddy) knows that, when you have a cat on your lap, it’s against the law to move until the cat moves. So, if you want something, you have to ask for it to be brought to you, and in this household we call it being Trapped Under Cat, or TUC (although “Incatpacitated” is also rather good, if impossible to say).
Chat-Sitteur’s Brother has now introduced us to a twist to this sacred state, with the following words to his sister: “Could you please feed me my glass of wine, because I don’t have any hands free and don’t want to stop cuddling Louis?”
This is a new one for us. But, naturellement, his sister willingly obliged.
Here are Catorze and his new best friend, all loved up:
And, knowing that not much makes Cat Daddy more angry than me texting whilst TUC to request food and water, surely he should be relieved and grateful that I have never asked to be fed (yet)?
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