One evening we opened the door to the restaurant and a small scrap of black fur shot in mewing for food.......
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| He was very thin..... |
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| .....and needed a bath! |
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| He soon settled in...... |
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| ....and loved his cuddles. |
He had maybe been abandoned, apparently the French see cats as unlucky, the opposite to us! But like a cat, he landed on his feet with us.
We took him home and gave him lots of tender loving care (and chef fed him,of course!) and look at him now........
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| He still loves his cuddles...... |
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| ....and demands his dinner loudly! |
