While meandering in the Montmartre cemetery, we came across at least six different cats. One presumes they are at least half feral, and that they are tolerated for being useful in keeping the vermin population in check. There will be a slightly longer post about the trip to Paris in its entirety, but I thought that these lovelies deserved their own entry.
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| This little beauty being the first one we saw, I was momentarily taken aback — tell me you wouldn't be, suddenly chancing upon a black cat in a graveyard. |
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| This one was perhaps the most shy. None of them appeared exactly social, but neither were the others quite as quick to hide. |
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| It seems that grave stones make good beds. |
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| I suspect that this ball of fluff is more fur and bone than fat. |
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| Glare. This one did not care for us in the least. |
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| Really did not care for us. Human approaches, cat finds another stone to recline upon. |
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| Near the gates, remaining immobile and staring at the entrance as if determinedly waiting for something or someone. |
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