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Je crie, donc je suis

Sa Majesté Louis Catorze, Le Roi Soleil, supreme ruler of Le Château, sworn enemy of canine foe and scourge of Ocado delivery drivers.

Month: Sep 2024

L’art de se détendre

06/09/2024

How do you relax? With this going on? Erm … For more Catorzian capers, please visit http://louiscatorze.com
Qui vole un œuf, vole un bœuf

04/09/2024

The other day I was preparing a beef wellington for Louis Catorze’s Cat Uncle. He is seriously ill in hospital, and beef wellington is his favourite thing in the world. This was what I had to endure after giving the little sod a few scraps of jambon de Bayonne, which I had used to wrap…
Voler mon rayon de soleil

02/09/2024

When it’s 27°C outside – yes, even though it’s SUPPOSED TO BE SEPTEMBER – and you’re a black animal covered in fur, the sensible thing to do would be to keep out of the sun, non? Well, NON. Whilst Cat Daddy and I slow-cooked to death on Sunday afternoon, feebly sipping ice-cold drinks, Louis Catorze…
Toujours mieux quand on est ensemble

01/09/2024

What brings a tear of joy to your eye? Louis Catorze does. Well, sometimes. When he’s not being a massive arse. When Cat Daddy and I decided to sit outside and enjoy an ice-cold matcha latte in the garden, Sa Maj squeezed between us. There wasn’t really room for him, but he didn’t care; his…