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  • Oh Donnie boy, the vet, the vet is callingTo neuter you, so you’ll no longer roam.The moment’s come; it’s time for your de-balling.It’s best for you that you stick close to home.Though come ye back when you cannot make babies;From empty sacks your seed you will not sow.You and Le Roi could still stay buddies…

  • We British “sit” everything, from pets to houses to plants. And, apparently, the only things that the French “sit” are babies. Yet this hasn’t stopped me from referring to Équipe Une and Équipe Deux as “les chat-sitteurs”, with “chat-sitteur”, rather like “professeur”, being an invariable noun, as “chat-sitteuse” sounds somewhat absurd despite both Équipes being…

  • We returned from our holiday a few days ago to a still-standing Château and – thanks to the love and care of our French friend and Oscar the dog’s folks – a shiny, shouty Louis Catorze. It seems that he was a very good boy during our absence. Apart from an intermittent cramp/limping scare, which…