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Je crie, donc je suis
Author: iamthesunking
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I have read several online posts lately about cats traumatised or hurt by the neighbourhood nemesis cat. There’s always one, isn’t there, and it’s usually black. (Unless your own cat is black, in which case the NN tends to be ginger.) We have been incredibly lucky with Louis Catorze who, despite being textbook bully fodder…
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We have a Code Ambre situation at Le Château: A FLY IN THE LIVING ROOM. Not that I really need to tell you, as you can probably hear the unholy racket from wherever you are in the world. If you have a cat, you will know what I mean by “that bird-chatter sound”. The best…
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If you have a black cat, creating their official Halloween portrait is easy: you just place a pumpkin next to them, take a photo and that’s it, non? Not so with Louis Catorze. Firstly, he’s not the most photogenic of cats. And, secondly, he doesn’t do as he’s told. The über-cool factor of a black…
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It’s a full moon tonight, which means more idiocy from the feline population of the planet. And, because we’re approaching Halloween, black cats, in particular, will be more idiotic than ever. I got chatting yesterday afternoon to Bert the dog’s mamma, as we were putting out the recycling at The Front. Now, Louis Catorze’s interactions…
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At the weekend, whilst we were lying in bed giving him cuddles, Louis Catorze chased his tail again. We let him do it, just to see how long it would go on (happily it was no more than a few seconds) and to see if we could ascertain whether it was playful or something more…
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I adore the autumn equinox: a deeply mystical, spiritual time of year during which we reflect upon the year to date and give thanks for our blessings. As I had the day off work today, my plan was to relax and immerse myself in the magic of this beautiful season; however, the reality was this…
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Some cats catch birds, others catch mice and a few catch rats. Louis Catorze has managed all of the above, and more, but his latest thing is to bring teeny-tiny snails into Le Château. Cat Daddy is quite embarrassed by it and feels that there is more prestige in rodents, with the manliness of the…
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Louis Catorze doesn’t like storms. Who knew? Well, I didn’t. But I do now, thanks to his decision to inform me at regular half-hourly intervals, all the way through last night. And, comme d’habitude, Cat Daddy slept through both the storm and the whining. I understand that thunder and howling gales aren’t everyone’s thing, but…
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Beware of butternut squash, Mesdames et Messieurs. No, not marauding street ones wearing hockey masks and carrying chain saws, but the innocent-looking seeds that you unsuspectingly toss into the compost heap. Thanks to the amazing richness of the soil around our compost heap, Cat Daddy and I have managed to grow a butternut squash without…
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Thanks to our lovely new friend from Mexico, Louis Catorze now has a visitors’ book. Cat Daddy: “Visitors’ book? Not even we have a visitors’ book!” Me: “Yeah, but, to have a visitors’ book, you need visitors. Who’s coming to see us in the next couple of weeks?” [Silence, tumbleweed, crickets] The magnificent book is…
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I started a new job on Wednesday. It’s a job that I have wanted ever since I set eyes on the ad, and I poured every fibre of my being into both my application and the interview to make sure they were as good as they could possibly be. Cat Daddy knew that I would…
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It’s been an action-packed few days here at Le Château, with visits galore from pilgrims coming to see Louis Catorze. One visitor was his favourite vet, who is back at the practice for a short while. We are so grateful to her and to her colleagues for all the care that he has received there,…
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Louis Catorze and Cat Daddy have had to review their Boys’ Club rough play sessions. To an outsider looking in, these sessions would look rather like animal cruelty: Cat Daddy flings Louis Catorze up in the air, throws him around and digs hard into his belly, with Catorze squirming and squeaking throughout. But, as soon…
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We are so grateful to our eagle-eyed French friend who, during our absence, reported cramp-like symptoms in Louis Catorze’s back left foot, causing him to limp and whine a little. Because this only happened a total of 3 times during our 2-week holiday, and never for more than a minute each time, we didn’t ask…
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