Cat Daddy was supposed to be away at a music festival this weekend but, because of his knee injury, he’s stuck here.
I am trying to cheer him up by bringing a festival vibe to Le Château – listening to the bands that he would have seen at the festival, pouring him warm, flat beer with bits of grass in it, making him queue for thirty minutes for the toilet, that kind of thing – but I can tell that he’s disappointed. He’d rather be at the festival than being screamed at by an abnormally small, toothy Chat Noir. In fact, wouldn’t we all?
Louis Catorze is, obviously, delighted to have his papa here. Cat Daddy, not so much.
Cat Daddy has always been highly embarrassed about the fact that I refer to him as Cat Daddy. The only reason he puts up with it, other than not being able to do anything about it, is because very few of the followers of Le Blog know him, so he can hide behind a mysterious cloak of (relative) anonymity. He thinks that people who refer to their pets as children are absurd and, if ever I suggest that he is Catorze’s daddy, he retorts, “I am NOT. He is a cat and I am a human. I am his male feeder.”
So, having asked Catorze, “Has your daddy fed you?”, nothing gave me more smug pleasure than having Cat Daddy reply, “No, I haven’t yet”.
Ha. Cat Daddy has owned up to being Cat Daddy. This is proof that he loves his boy, and now the world knows it.
Here is one of my favourite pictures of Catorze and his DADDY (not “male feeder”), taken in 2020. If you and your furry overlords are celebrating Fathers’ Day tomorrow, I hope you enjoy your weekend as much as this:
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