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Je crie, donc je suis
Author: iamthesunking
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Poor old Louis Catorze has been gorging himself silly on Orijen, with no mess whatsoever, since I started sprinkling water over to soften the pieces. On the day of writing this he’d had three breakfasts, and he’s just eating his third dinner of Cat Daddy’s drunkenly-served Orijen soup. He seems to be finding it much…
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Louis Catorze has been making a God-awful mess during feeding. Recently his mat and bowl have been covered in crunched-up fragments of Orijen, suggesting that the pellets are too big for him when, in actual fact, they’re smaller than those of Lily’s Kitchen and therefore should be easier to manage. When I took him for…
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Today is Black Cat Appreciation Day. This celebration was, apparently, created by Wayne Morris, as a memorial for his sister June, a black cat devotee, who passed away on this day. Morris (pictured below) wasn’t actually named after Wayne Morris, but it’s a nice coincidence, n’est-ce pas? Morris works as Head Tester at the Cool…
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I have broken the bowl that Louis Catorze’s friend Sammypuss gave him. I know. I KNOW. Cat Daddy: “What happened to it?” Me: “I dropped it in the sink whilst I was washing it.” Cat Daddy: “Why did you do that?” Well, I dunno … to see if it would bounce? For goodness’ sake. Luckily,…
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Cat Daddy’s Avian Apartheid is working: the larger birds have given up trying to eat from the bird feeder, and he could not be more delighted about this. His favourite visitors are two pairs of pretty goldfinches who come every day, multiple times. During his Friday night Zoom call with his boozy pub mates (yes,…
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Louis Catorze is creeping me out. I am home alone with him right now because Cat Daddy has gone out, and I can hear the sound of the little sod thundering around on our wooden floorboards. I am certain that Le Roi has company but that’s not the worst part of this. After all, I…
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Louis Catorze appears to be on some sort of hunger strike. He’s eaten pitifully little since we returned from holiday, and I imagine it’s either because of the warm weather, or because he’s just an idiot. I’m leaning more towards the latter. Everything else about him is “normal” – in fact, the other day he…
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Cat Daddy and I are home. We are very lucky to be able to go on holiday, but I always look forward to coming home. Louis Catorze, however, disagrees. He greeted us by meowing disdainfully, then wriggled free of my hug and pitter-pattered off into the Zone Libre for several hours. Cat Daddy: “I don’t…
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We are on the last part of our holiday: a few days in the North East, in a lovely townhouse overlooking a little marina. Once again we appear to be on Dog Territory, and I’m not sure that the Sun King would approve of this: Part of our trip included seeing a friend whom I…
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Earlier this month, Puppy Mamma gave me this: I know. Isn’t it brilliant? I am very lucky to have her as a friend. And, yes, someone has actually taken the time to make a map of cats! Who would do that? (In actual fact I think most of us probably would, and the only reason…
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Cat Daddy and I are spending a few days in an isolated cottage in North Wales. When we made ourselves a cup of tea on arrival we were met with this, but it did get better from then onwards: We now know the wonder of waking up to silence every morning. No screaming felines, no…
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Before we went on holiday, we took delivery of some new waterproof cushions for our outdoor sofa. (The previous ones were neither waterproof nor machine-washable, making them as unfit for purpose as can possibly be, although we did insist on washing them after the incident with the curly-haired rat: https://louiscatorze.com/2016/08/14/a-bon-chat-bon-rat/) The collection consists of sitting-on…
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Cat Daddy and I have decided to escape for few days (to a self-catering cottage on our own, I might add, not to some virussy plague pit with lots of other people). We have arranged for a friend to to come and live with Louis Catorze during our absence and, rather than give her the…
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*Yes, of course the “mal” is our mutual friend. Who else would it be? Louis Catorze appears to have adopted Teenage Me’s body clock: sleeping all day and partying all night. The little sod goes out at dusk and eventually rolls in between around 4am and 5am every morning. At night, The Back is transformed…
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