What an absolute cirque de merde of a weekend we have just had.
Cat Daddy had booked our car for an MOT at a service centre some distance from where we live now, yet not far from the first house that he and I shared together years ago. So our plan was to leave the car and kill some time going for a lovely, nostalgic walk through our old haunts.
It went well for a while. Well, the weather was shit at first, but then the storm clouds cleared to reveal turquoise skies and glorious sun. However, the earlier rain had turned part of our walking route into a death trap, and the combination of this plus substandard shoes caused poor Cat Daddy to slip, injuring his knee.
The rucksack that he was carrying ended up scraped across the muddy ground underneath him, and needed a good wash when we came home. And, naturellement, as it dried outside, a certain little sod couldn’t resist:
Louis Catorze has chosen some odd places to sleep over the years, and a slightly-damp rucksack, with uncomfortable zips and hard toggles, is the weirdest of the lot. That said, if he ever started to make sense, it would either mean that Armageddon were nigh or that someone had swapped him for another black cat.
Here he is, enjoying his new bed:
*EDIT: the car failed its MOT. And, when we got on the bus to return to the car service centre, the bus driver accelerated so suddenly that it gave me whiplash and I still have pain in my neck and shoulders. So the day was a true disaster in every sense.
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