The gnarly trees of Montélimar. The bathrooms were also gnarly.
Grandmother and granddog.
Like the Japanese homeless cat, the French SDF (sans domicile fixe) cat also grooms himself. This one's actually not exactly an SDF. He's not allowed in my grandparents' house, which isn't his house. He's also not allowed in the house that is his house. So he's peripherally very homeful, but not in an overhead kind of way. (And I'm the one who let him in the house. But not his house. My grandparents' house.)
Ouf, ze world ees so cruell.(This cat actually does live in my grandparents' house.)
Magic!
Euh, ello, mai nem eez Monsieur Moustache. Juste louque aht zem!
Pleeze dou notte louque aht mai friende Mamzelle Ponay's butte. Ewe americaines ahrre soh rood!
Voilà.
"And where exactly do you think you were for the last five days?"
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