Leeetttlleeee sheeeettttt

Living in rural Bretagne, stray cats and dogs are a way of life.

When this snotty little bundle of fur and meows appeared at the door, the laydee of the house immediately took it under her wing.


I will say, here and now, that I’m not really a cat lover, much prefer my hound, but as we have cats in the house, they are always looked after correctly.

At the time when this thing turned up:


We already had three or four cats (well, she did) so I wasn’t really happy about having yet another one around but she told me that she couldn’t leave it outside to die, which I agreed with, so it stayed.

Revenge was mine though. We were four in the house. Me, a rotund, elderly English bloke, and three French laydees of differing ages, mum and two daughters. None of the other three spoke English. The time came, very early in the piece, to name the ferocious beast.

They all gave their suggestions, but when it came to my turn, I pulled rank slightly, explaining that it was me that was going to be looking after it the most, paying its vet fees and food, as well as not really wanting it there anyway, so I should get to name it. Thus, the cat was called Little Shit.

Three quizzical glances from across the kitchen table, so told them that it meant something small and soft and cuddly.

I know I shouldn’t have, I know it was childish, but I just couldn’t stop myself.

To hear three French voices saying “viens Leeeettlleee Sheeeeet” had me bent over double for days. It finally came to a head when we had visitors, who all fell totally in love with the tiny tortoiseshell furball. Hearing eight Frenchies all saying “Aaaahhhh Leeettle Sheeeeeet” I honestly thought I was going to combust.

I fessed up the next day to much tutting (but secret laughter) and was expecting the name to be changed, but it stuck.

This post is linked with: http://eco-gites.blogspot.fr/2015/03/animal-tales-16.html Head here for more animal fun and foolery.


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14 Responses to Leeetttlleeee sheeeettttt

  1. Some years ago, a friend had a feline he called Cooking Fat.
    Whilst living in London for a few months at the end of 1968, I got to know an Australian couple who, on arriving in UK, changed the name of their dog to Jollox. They told me that, living remotely in Oz, they routinely stood in the doorway and called their dog as loudly as they could manage (using his original name). It seems the effect was highly therapeutic, on many levels.

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    • When I moved to France, the deal was struck with my ex girlfriends children that we would get a dog and call it by the same original name of your Australian friends hound. We were going to ask our new found friends if they wanted to stroke our dog.
      The plan never came to pass, but it kept us amused for months.

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  2. Coombe Mill says:

    A funny story indeed and cutest looking kitten #Animaltales!

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    • Many thanks. Those pix were taken literally 10 minutes after he turned up, he had all sorts of problems. Several expensive vets visits later he was fine, the girls have grown up and left home but LT is still pootling about the place.


  3. The Mother says – LOVE the name and I’d be tempted to do something like this as well. We are dog people too but how can you resist that little face? Great post and still giggling about the name!! #animaltales

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    • Whether I wanted to resist that little face or not, the Laydee of the House assured me Leettlleeee Sheeeetttt was staying. He’s pretty cute though, although when he chews my nose as I’m trying to watch the footy he does lose a bit of his appeal.


  4. LOL, that is brilliant. 2 similar tales to recount here. I knew a very cantankerous lady whose husband was very important in English hunting circles yet she insisted on calling her dogs jam puff and custard pot which we all agreed was simply to have a chuckle each time he stood at the back door calling them!
    And our cat is called “Firkin” – he needed to have a name beginning with F and was a furry kitten. Never mind that now we are regularly heard calling “Have you seen the Firkin Cat?!”

    Thank you so much for adding this tale to #AnimalTales

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  5. karen says:

    This post made me laugh so much, I may have spat coffee on my laptop! I love it. 🙂 Popped over from Animal Tales!

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  6. Love this story of the cute kitten. I can just hear the French folk saying the name!
    Visiting via Rosie’s link at Eco Gites de Lenault. 🙂

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    • Tis indeed a cute kitty, and I don’t really like cats. Many thanks for stopping by, I’ll be across to your site this afternoon when I’ve time for a read and a coffee.


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