So you think you’re a hepcat? You can’t touch the cool of these guys in Provence.
They own the town. You will be tolerated. . .or possibly ignored altogether.
We tried to talk to this guy (loved his beautiful racoon tail!), but he could care less about befriending us. (He was French, he was a cat, we were clearly below him.)
And we fared no better with his neighbor:
But we did run across a few cats who weren’t too cool to have a little fun:
A few more of my favorite cool cats in Provence:
Who wouldn’t want to be a cat in France?
17 thoughts on “Cool Cats of Provence”
cats are always supreme!:) funny and cute post:)
Thanks. Yes, cats are above us all!
they really are:)
you don’t have social media accounts?
I have a twitter account, and pinterest that’s mostly dormant (if I log in, I linger too long and it’s a time-eater, you know?).
you’re on twitter? will found you:)
Well, cats are high inspiration.
It’s been years since I’ve been in Provence, but I do remember the cats. Despite our best efforts (and our best French), they ignored us. The only exception was a red cat in a cherry orchard, who rode on my shoulders until we met some people eating ham sandwiches. For some reason, he found them more appealing.
Charming story– I’d love to meet a red cat in a cherry orchard! Yes, the cats seemed to be of a piece with the Provencial character: lovely, proud, particular about things, intriguing . . . and so very French!
I’ve always suspected that the problem was our accent.
Or possibly our grammar.
Well, I grew up in the American South, so the problem is always my grammar . . .
You don’t have a Like button on your comments, but if you did I’d hit it.
Pawsitively purfect blog post!
3 bum swings! 3 more!
Loved this & will share it on our blog today!
Thanks so much. Glad your good dogs can appreciate the occasional cat . . . even if they are a little haughty.