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Je crie, donc je suis
Author: iamthesunking
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On Thursday, after a series of skin-scraping and hair-plucking tests, Louis Catorze returned from his vet appointment looking worse than ever. He looks so bad that, if a stranger in the street were to see him, they’d scoop him up and take him straight to a rescue. Ideally he would have a tag saying, “I…
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Someone is not happy that we are continuing to shut him out of the bedrooms during the day. Even though he has his igloo and a perfectly good selection of clean fluffy blankets and cushions downstairs. Cat Daddy, referring to the mid-scream moment when this picture was taken: “He was absolutely manic. Totally bloody psycho.…
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“He can’t be that unwell if he’s managing to do THAT” is set to become the third most common refrain here at Le Château, after “What the hell is WRONG with him?” and “If any neighbours ask, just say it must have been some other cat.” My sister and her daughter came to visit at…
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It’s been a tricky week here at Le Château. Louis Catorze’s scabby facial skin condition, from which he has been free for YEARS, has suddenly returned, turning him from moderately scruffy to FrankenRoi in a matter of days. Despite our best efforts, we still don’t exactly know why this happens to him. We can only…
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I couldn’t be more relieved (and grateful) that I did all my stupid stuff back in the 90s when there were no cameras on mobile phones. (Nor were there any mobile phones, come to think of it.) No such luck for Louis Catorze, whose life is played out on social media for all to see.…
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Cat Daddy and I felt miserable and out of sorts the other day after a dreadful night’s sleep. And I expect you can guess the reason for that dreadful night’s sleep. Cat Daddy [edited version]: “He was absolutely ****ing awful: going out, coming in, jumping on me, screaming, sticking his wet nose in my ears,…
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One of Louis Catorze’s favourite people in the world – with the exception of, erm, all the men – came to visit us recently. Sa Maj’s visitors are always very generous with their gifts to us and to him, but this lady is especially kind and thoughtful. Her gifts include his vintage French cat bowl,…
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A further addendum to Little Sods’ Law is now in place: a black cat’s attraction to a ball of wool is directly proportional to the cost of the wool. Louis Catorze showed moderate interest when I was knitting cotton scarves at £2.50 per ball but, now that I have made a start on The Special…
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Not long ago we decided to try a little experiment inspired by this link: https://honesttopaws.com/dogs-told-theyre-a-good-boy/?bdk=a*undefined&ch=bt It’s true, Mesdames et Messieurs. Dogs’ faces visibly change when humans say “Good boy” or “Good girl”, because they actually value our opinion. Cats, on the other hand, aren’t even listening to us. And, in the highly unlikely event that…
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I am not pleased. Cat Daddy and I have a present box in the attic and, every time we see something that reminds us of one of our friends or family members, we buy it, put it in the box and save it until Christmas or their birthday. I spent November and December working flat-out…
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Oh my: it seems we may have been a little hasty in accusing Louis Catorze of digging around in the sedums. To be honest we had started to have our suspicions some time ago, when we noticed that the soil disturbance incidents didn’t correspond with Catorze’s escapes at The Front. And, as we were leaving…
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When Cat Daddy retired last August I imagined he would start spending time intensifying his fitness regime, learning a new musical instrument and attending language classes, but it seems I underestimated him and he has his mind on much higher things. He has been threatening for ages to stockpile Louis Catorze’s food in case of…
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People who plant new trees are good. But people who are nice to existing trees are also pretty good, non? As if to make up for delivering us the devil-plant that is deadly nightshade, Mother Nature has gifted us a fig tree (pictured below when it still had leaves; at the moment it’s just a…
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Nala the dog now has a new sister, and my messages to and from Puppy Mamma about their most recent family member went something like this: Her: “You’re not going to believe what’s happened. Promise you won’t judge?” Me: “Ok.” Her: “I’ve got a new puppy!” Me: “Not meaning to judge, but what the ****?”…
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