If you have ever met a British person, you will know that we all have at least one massive plastic carrier bag in our house, filled with numerous smaller plastic carrier bags. It’s practically the law here in the UK to have one of these; any Brit claiming not to is either a liar or has never been shopping.
We have such a bag in our dining room, where it sits collecting smaller plastic carrier bags until we have enough for a worthwhile trip to the supermarket to recycle them. One day, Cat Daddy went into the dining room to find the bag upended and its contents strewn across the floor.
Naturellement his first thought was … me?
Sorry, what?
Now, I admit that, sometimes, when looking for something, I pull everything out of a box or cupboard, and I may be slow at putting everything back again. But THIS? Come on.
I think we all know the identity of the guilty party.
Louis Catorze frequently sneaks into the dining room and, when we pass by, he either hides or darts out again, as if not wanting to be seen. We also hear noises in there – rustling, banging etc. – but, when we look, we can’t tell what’s out of place and what’s not. So we just leave it, assuming that it’s either Catorze or a poltergeist and knowing that we can’t really do much about either.
Obviously, one day, Catorze decided to take advantage of our inefficiency and went wild in there, leaving destruction and devastation in his wake. Cat Daddy picked up all the bags and stuffed them back into the large bag. He also said that Catorze was no longer allowed in the dining room but, given that the little sod has a Cloak of Invisibility, I don’t see how we can possibly stop him.
Here is Catorze, photographed at the precise moment that he realised we were powerless against him:
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