Our front room television never works first thing in the morning, with some unseen force appearing to have pulled cables loose. Now, I know that Louis Catorze may have previous when it comes to this kind of caper, but that was a long time ago and he’s calmed down since then, right? RIGHT?
I tried using Blu-Tac to secure the slippery wires but to no avail, so I suggested to Cat Daddy that perhaps they were faulty and we needed to buy some new ones. He refused, saying that some of them were quite new, and accused Catorze of causing the problem.
Non. Not Catorze. I don’t mean that in a Dot-Cotton-from-EastEnders “My Nick’s a good boy” kind of way*, but he just doesn’t have the energy or the inclination. Now that he’s an old man of fifteen and a half, surely he has better things to do than to arse around late at night with a bunch of wires? (And it would have to be late at night, since the little sod is under our supervision for pretty much the entire time that he’s in the house.)
*Younger, non-British followers: ask your older British friends.
Then Cat Daddy sent me this (the text is his, too). The shapeless shadow, circled, is Catorze:
Oh dear. Is it too late to roll out the old “It must have been some other black cat” line?
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