BAT CAT – The caped avenger

One of the newer residents to the village, this human calls Bat Cat. He is the avenger for the planet and monitors those who put their recyclables into the correct bins and who does not. There is no doubt that he shares his information with the powers that be and is a killer for detail in his meowed reports. 

Some say he is feral and he doesn’t take time to visit. However, his workload is tremendous and Bat Cat is a perfectionist. With an intense eye and ever vigilant, our superhero had no time for idle chitchat. 

Bribery doesn’t work, he is not a politician. Yet he is known to appreciate some of the offerings left by those who are aware of his selfless efforts on behalf of his village.

While he continues to avoid human contact, he is keenly aware that there are those who would like to reach out and pet him. This mere human typist is among them and shall continue to bring treats in the hopes of obtaining photos at a closer range.

 

Bisous, Bat-Cat and the human 

All mistakes are due to human error and shall be dealt with.

It’s official!

“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.” – Jules Verne

Monsieur Honoré de Balzac

Mais oui, c’est moi, monsieur Balzac. While the human had another name, perfectly respectable, picked out for me, it was foolishly chosen before she had even met me. When all of my many charms and the enchanting spell cast by my magical purr began to have its way with the human, she quickly realized there could be no other name for moi.

 

 

Before I arrived here, the perfect Valentine, I was called a feral cat. It just goes to prove how ignorant humans can be. Love and affection just pour out of me. A good alias would have been ombre (shadow) which would be a term of endearment. When the human goes up or down stairs or from room to room, I am either on top or beneath her steps. I really don’t know how she managed before I arrived as those divas only run to her when she puts down the food. Yet they do allow her a few cuddles now and again, they just don’t have the capacity nor skill. 

Simone may soon be a good cuddle buddy. Alas, Colette only cuddles with the human and only when she feels like it. I really don’t get it? The human is a master at cuddling, petting, and scratching. She never hits a spot that is not appreciated. 

Alas, I had not contemplated the vast amount of work that awaited me here. There are ever so many photos to pose for. There are stories that must be dictated to the human typist, there is kitty therapy to administer and, no doubt, much to be done that I have been too busy to ascertain as of yet. 

Bisous, Balzac and the human typist

 

All mistakes are due solely to human error and shall be dealt with.

Bienvenue your Highness…

“There is nothing like a great talent without a great desire for power.”                           – Honoré de Balzac 

“It is impossible to keep a straight face in the presence of one or more kittens.”             – Cynthia E. Varnado

While still early days, it has been a long search ( over two years)for a “little” brother for the divas and completes our family. A friend in a nearby village, fellow cat lover, found that her neighbor was feeding a family of four kittens and set into action. Natalja knew there was an opening here and that one of the four felines there was a male.

The human in this scenario, had chosen a name and although the young monsieur has only been in the house with us a few days, arrived on Valentine’s Day, he doesn’t seem to fit the character of the chosen name so we shall see… For the time being, he is simply  Monsieur or his Royal Majesty despite the fact that Madame Colette will continue to rule the roost. Despite the fact that he is not yet seven months old and the divas are three and six years old, he weighs more than the two divas together. The human in this equation believes it is due to his big heart. While living indoors is new to him, he has one of the loudest purring motors we have encountered. He loves a cuddle so perhaps his three sisters trained him well. These factors must be considered when choosing a name. 

First photo

2nd photo, caught while scampering back under the bed…

The resilience of the feline is astounding. Despite his fear of everything being so different here, he is filled with love which he is anxious to share and it pours out of him. It was made clear, Colette does have a reputation for not liking any feline and doesn’t consider herself one, monsieur is here on trial. He has his own room and when the divas are in another part of the house, his door is opened so that he can explore. 

As one might expect, the human is not sane enough to make this decision, he had her at the first loud purr. Simone has been longing for someone who will cuddle and share grooming duties. Colette acknowledges nobody but herself and the human who she believes is exclusively hers. 

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The biggest hurdle is Colette… will she just ignore him, denying his existence, as she does with Simone? Will Simone finally have someone to comfort her?

Simone and the human are in total agreement that it is time for a new voice purring their stories and sharing their gorgeous images, paws crossed. There is much work that begs his attention.

Bisous, Colette, Simone, monsieur, and human.

Disclaimer: Any mistakes are solely the result of human error and shall be dealt with.

 

Thanks to all who bear with us. There are days without Wifi at all and the days we do have access it is frequently dropping for hours at a time… Orange is responsible for the lines regardless of the provider. This has been going on for weeks and extends sporadically throughout our department.

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE MADAME COLETTE!

“Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be scratched.”  – Miguel de Cervantes

“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”  – Ernest Hemingway

 

On 15 November 2015, a beautiful Isabelle (Calico) was born in the south of France. Despite her beauty, her journey was off to a rough beginning.

Ever on alert for a forever home but also choosey, I’ve been in some rather unsavory situations before, I was watching the door of the S.P.A. Port-la-Nouvelle on the Mediterranean. There was one other feline in residence but of course, I was the favorite and always play hard to get. A girl can’t be too choosy and I was so young, just shy of seven months old. As a woman approached the door, I watched closely but stealthily. Can you believe, she didn’t even glance my way but began talking to the resident human. I am a good judge of character and knew immediately that this one could easily be trained to my specifications. A chair stood inches from her, I jumped up and wrapped my paw around her arm. But of course, I had her at meow. Silly human, she had told the resident she was looking for a male cat. She did take a glance at the other feline in residence but I knew there was no doubt that she would leave with me. As always, so sure of myself, I disappeared and the two women took care of the paperwork.  

My dignity was tested as I was placed in a carrier with the furry orange rug the S.P.A. gave me, it already had my magnificent scent and was added to ease my journey. It seemed forever before we reached my home. The second the carrier was opened, I sprang into action and hid. When the human was out of sight, I explored every nook. There was always fresh water and plenty of food and my box was kept clean and dry with my privacy assured. Perhaps this human had previously had some training. However, I would polish her off to my own personal specifications. Actually, she was tolerable already. There are three bedrooms, one for my personal use and I even allow her to keep a number of overstuffed bookshelves there. I have two flights of stairs for running about. The photo just above is in my own private chambre but actually, it is all mine. There is a door out onto the small terrace and it has a screen so the birds can chat me up and sing to me and entice me to come and play. This is still a contested issue as the human refuses to let me outside. She tells me I am too precious to her and that is the one argument that cannot be disputed. 

While the human continues to believe this is her room, and the lounge her favorite reading spot, I set her straight but do allow her to share it. This photo was taken on her birthday which was a few weeks after my arrival. By this time, I would wait for her to fall asleep then curl up next to her head. I would disappear if she stirred. But she did interest me as she never called at me as if I should respond and never approached me. She waited for me and it has made all the difference. As you can see I have her well trained. By August, she thought I might enjoy some company and brought a feline into the house. It was her way of making amends for not allowing me out. Well, she knows what I think of that but that is another story. All in all, as humans go, she isn’t too bad and I could have done worse. We spend a lot of time cuddling but only when I choose to do so. I do all I can to make sure she comprehends my meows as I dictate the posts for my blog and do my best to let that other feline share in the stories but as usual, if I want it done right, I do it myself. 

Bisous, madame Colette and the human

Disclaimer, any and all mistakes are the result of human error and shall be dealt with.

The human and I are still searching for feline photos for my series on Fabulous Felines in History. If you have any photos that you are willing to share, please forward them to us at feuetglace11@gmail.com  It is best if the background in the photos is rather plain as we do quite a bit of time travel. 

If I haven’t said it enough, I’ll say it again; France, and its cat cafes are first-rate! The Neighbor’s Cat visited ten French cat cafes in November, 2017 and is considered the highlight of my cat travels. You see, in France, they don’t just settle for a few cute kitties and a cup of coffee, […]

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Louis Catorze et la Cape d’Invisibilité

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*Today’s entry of Le Blog would be greatly enhanced by listening to the Harry Potter theme music whilst reading*

After the recent altercation with the zombie fox, you’d be forgiven for thinking Louis Catorze had been put off going out at The Front. Mais non. He is now obsessed with it and, even if he is outside at The Back, he can hear the front door being opened and he hurtles in, screaming, to try and break out. 

And his Cloak of Invisibility appears to be growing in power as the Season of the Black Cat progresses, because he is managing to slip out unnoticed more than ever before. Last Tuesday night we found him outside on the window sill when we came home from the football, happily watching all the football fans make their way home, and on Thursday I came home from work to find a random…

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Hang on Paris & New York, here is the real Cat Walk…

“It is a very distinct tribute to be chosen as the friend and confidant of a cat”.             – H.P. Lovecraft

“Time spent with cats is never wasted”. – Sigmund Freud

 

We are three lively, affectionate and healthy boys. Our ages are seven months, five months and one year.  We do love attention but are always happy to lap-sit, read alone, movie cuddles and can be excellent chefs, just let us into the kitchen…

We currently reside at Refuge de Port-la- Nouvelle on the Mediterranean in the south of France. The humans who feed and care for us here are most kind, but we are really in search of a home of our own. We are gorgeous and compliment any decor. After all, what is a house without a cat? It is a home without a soul…

Even the youngest of us are proficient in the art of Feline Focus Training and Therapy (F.F.T.T.) and are more than willing to impart our wisdom and make your house a real home. The names we were given at the refuge are negotiable.

Yes, we are French Felines but like any self-respecting cat, we are sufficiently fluent and able to communicate in any language. We have much to offer the right human or humans and play well with other felines.

For further information, please contact the resident humans here at la SPA, Refuge de Port-la-Nouvelle, portlanouvelle@la-spa.fr or come for a visit, we are irresistible.   Wherever you are, support your local refuge. We have family everywhere. While you are at it, stop by the refuge and see who is waiting for you.

We want to thank Colette, Simone and the human for stopping by to visit and for posting us on their blog. https://lesdeuxdivasmavieenrose.wordpress.com

Bisous, Colette, Simone, our cousins in captivity and the human.

 

Disclaimer, any and all mistakes are the result of human error and shall be dealt with.

Au revoir cher ami! A farewell salute to Petya…

“If having a soul means being able to feel love, and loyalty, and gratitude, then animals are a lot better off than a lot of humans.”  – James Herriot

 

Our very dear friend, Petya, has crossed the Rainbow Bridge all too suddenly. While his, well-trained humans were away, one out of France, the other at work, Petya, curled up in a room and went to sleep. Petya was adopted from a local refuge only last January. He was 4.5 years old and arrived with his twin brother. Up until the last, he was eating, playing and running about. He had mastered the great art of sliding across tile floors and stopping just in time to avoid a collision.

The only change a bit more cantankerous than usual, one of his limitless charms. Among his great skills, he was a fearsome hunter, often bringing home gifts, cuddling-grand champion, Ace editor and critic on a laptop, and he loved to play. He will be sorely missed by his humans, Natalje and Cornelis, and his fabulous feline siblings, Piotr, Mishka, James, Boris, and Sophie not to mention numerous friends, two and four-legged.  The small French village where he lived so happily for nearly nine months will miss him. 

 

 

Thank you, Petya, for bringing your magic into our lives we do wish you had been able to stay among us much longer. Good Night Sweet Prince!

 

Bisous,

Colette, Simone and the human, Léa

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Fabulous Felines in History # 4: Les hommes de Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

“You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.”  – Colette

“I went to collect the few personal things which… I consider to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel and my solitude.” – Colette

Je suis Henri

Je suis Olivier

Je suis Cheri

 

As one might guess, with a name like Cheri, we are the feline masters of Madame Sidonie Gabrielle Colette. She has served as a loyal human and a dear friend to felines the world over. Most of her many devoted fans refer to her simply as Colette.  While we are woven into some of her writing, we often appear disguised with a different name.

“Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.” – Colette

 

As one wanders and wonders though the pages of her books, you cannot help but notice our influence as our paw prints are everywhere. Our antics were a constant source of inspiration and laughter.

 

“There are no ordinary cats.”  – Colette

Feline photos are courtesy of https://lindahoyland.livejournal.com/

Please stop by and visit us, Colette, Simone and the human at: https://lesdeuxdivasmavieenrose.wordpress.com/ 

Disclaimer: All mistakes are a result of human error and shall be dealt with

 

 

Fabulous Felines in History # 3: Up, up and away…

This young swinger is here to pay tribute to his late master. Antoine de Saint-Exupèry, one of France’s most well loved authors.  He is loved and best known for the slim book, Le Petit Prince, The Little Prince.  Born 29 June, 1900 he was an aviator during WWII and his plane shot down over The Mediterranean Sea in 1944.

My name is petit renard or little fox. Perhaps my mischevious tendencies contributed in some way toward the way I was portrayed in the book? Actually, I inspired my human and gave him unconditional support throughout the process.Which is one of the many reasons, we felines, are so fabulous and have contributed so much throughout history.

“One only understands the things one tames,” said the fox. Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things already made at the shops.  

Mon dieu, you’ve caught me in my library chair. I’m just about to curl up with a good book.

 

 

Bisous, Petit Renard, Colette et Simone, oh yes, and the human…

If any of you, or your human, have photos you would be willing to share for future Fabulous Felines in History, please forward them to us. Include your blog site or email address so we can give credit for the photo. Obviously, feline names are not necessary as they will be given names conducive to their story. Send your photos to feuetglace11@gmail.com

 

Disclaimer: Any mistakes are the sole responsibility of human error and shall be dealt with.