Today I saw the tabby cat that looks like a white tiger. he was crouching by the wall, as if to catch a bird. But there was no bird around. He rubbed against me and followed me around, both scared and predatorial, with the strides of the little tiger he was. I told him would adopt him, iff only I could. I must be crazy, talking to cats like that.
Earlier this week, I saw the black cat who is not so sociable. He was cooling down in the shade. There was another cat in a flat at the top, looking at my black friend with curiosity through the window. I took a picture of him. It is banal, but these cats are parts of my life here. When I leave this place, whenever that may be, I am going to miss them, so I am glad I could take a picture of at least one.
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C'est drôle pareil, toi t'as des chats, moi j'ai une souris, ou un mulot. Je ne suis pas certain. Qu'importe, un petit rongeur presque cute. Plus cute en tout cas que ces satanés écureuils noirs. Si au moins j'avais un chat tout aussi noir pour les manger, mais ils sont trop gros. Ma blonde a vu un chat vagabonder quelque fois par ici, mais c'est probablement pour la souris et les oiseaux...
I have a Black cat friend who visits us at the studio.. comes when called, purrs, rubs against our legs, checks for prey inside the studio through the always propped-open doors then stalks off into the tall grass to do a little hunting... she is sort of a neighborhood cat, a fixture.. hope our dogs and her become friends someday...
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