I wish it was me. No, it's my old friend JD, and he's on a creative writing holiday in Paris, France. (That sentence is like a rich French pastry. I got gout just writing it.)
He sent me some holiday snaps of cats hanging around aimlessly in the Montmartre Cemetery. JD is planning to go back, this time with some "enticements" in order to bag some closeups of the beasts.
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Apparently there are-were also some felines omnipresent around Jim Morrison's grave at Pere Lachaise.
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