That Henri, he thinks he has the market on misery. We beg to differ. His bete noire may be l'Imbecile Blanc, but we have to put up with le Gros Poilu, the Fat Hairy One.
And even worse, there is our evil doppelganger who appears nightly outside the invisible barrier. The woman feeds it. How dare she!
We are much more beautiful, n'est ce pas?
And yet there are times when life is not as bad as Henri depicts. Sometimes a patch of sunlight lights up our glorious fur and our world happily turns upside down.
This is when we, Queen Francine, become Fifi and accept petting. Laisser le ronronnement* commence. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr. Purrrrrr.
*purring
5 comments:
Oh Fifi, you hijack my blog and what happens? I enter your photo in Henri's contest.
Signed, the daring woman.
BEAUTIFUL cats :)
I just love cats --so much personality :-)
Ha! I imagine that Cleopatra (the queen in my own household) could write such a post... if she could only speak french!
Ze chat--zey are so French.
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