Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
Playtime for Louis Catorze is any moment that humans want him to sit down and shut up.
If you followed Le Blog through lockdown, you will know how much Catorze loves to disrupt video calls. Lessons with students, staff meetings, the recording of a podcast with the Ultimate Boss of the whole education group, all ruined. Not even Cat Daddy has escaped unscathed; being the favourite human doesn’t prevent him from also having his online meetings destroyed.
A couple of days before Christmas, I attended an NHS webinar with some GPs and patients from our local area. In the nicest possible way, this was never going to be the most exciting social event of the year. Perhaps that was why Louis Catorze decided to do what he did – after all, nothing livens up a dreary call quite like repeated torrents of ear-bleeding feline screaming, non?
The meeting started at 19:00 and, upon hearing the irresistible, come-hither sound of male doctors talking about patient waiting lists, Catorze appeared at 19:01. He screamed himself senseless for a few minutes, headbutting my phone, bug-eyed and manic, but he seemed to give up when he failed to detect me being mortally embarrassed, trying to shush him, and so on.
The gods must have been on my side on that fateful night, because the organisers of the meeting had disabled all our microphones and cameras. So the only way of communicating would have been to type a message onto the chat; Catorzian evil may be powerful, but it’s not THAT powerful.
When he realised that the potential to humiliate me was zero, the little sod tired of being a shite and settled down on my lap, listening happily to the talk of online booking systems and pharmaceutical services. Then he went to sleep.
My life must be pretty pathetic for me to feel such joy at getting one over on a cat. Yet here we are.
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