King Avedon Copyright Carla Coulson
Ze Carla az kindly let me have ze blog to tell you a little about ze New Year in Paris.
Ze Paris iz always a good idea but last year it waz extra good. We had ze sun, yes ze sun waz shining in ze Paris a lot more zhan I am used to so zhat meant more of ze bistro lunches on ze terrace, more lying on ze floor warming ze heart and ze fur on ze tummy and ze sleeping it comes very eazy with ze sun.
When you are born in ze Paris like me you appreciate many of ze French tings.
Like we like ze talking in ze low voice (I even purr quietly), we like ze fine things (ze duck and ze foie gras) and zhose chocolates like ze new man in me building makes (Pierre Herme). When we go to ze café we sit at ze tables zhat are really close together but we never look ze cat next to us in ze eye. And ze waiter when he wants to ignore us he never looks us in ze eye. Looking in ze eyes is big code in Paris. If you come to Paris and no one looks you in ze eye it just means zhey aren’t ready to serve you. Parisian catz know zis isn’t ze rude way it’s just ze French code.
If you haven’t been to ze Paris you will see on the streets ze poulet roti (roast chicken) and zhey drive me wild and me dreams are filled with zhose little terrines of ze piggy and ze livers. I have ze dream of being a vegetarian zhen I take ze walk through ze Marais and see the golden poulet going around and around in ze machine and me little head starts to spin and I want to attack ze whole machine and take zhem all home to eat. Grrr.. and me plans of being a vegetarian are spoiled for anozer time.
Ze Marais is really having ze shaking up lately. More of ze fine tings in ze pretty shops are here like le ze candles of ze Cire Trudon who have moved onto me street (I swear zhey have the poulet roti candle I can smell it in me dreams) and de chocolate man Mr. Pierre Herme haz ze pretty shop in our building. He makes ze macarons with ze strange flavours zhat us Parisian cats like, foie gras (what waz he tinking) and ze truffle.
In ze summer when it’s not freezing me paws off I go down in ze morning to say hello at ze window and see ze lovely macarons and ze chocolates. I give them me ‘starving Paris cat face’ in ze hope zay may bring a little something to ze door with ze foie gras in it. No chocolate pleaze.
I am a king cat (zhat means I am ze boss around here) and someone needs to rule zees two ozerwise I wouldn’t get the best tucker and me bed wouldn’t be made of cashmere and me dinner wouldn’t be 3 courses. I give zhem ze shaking up when zhey get a little lazy and do the relaxing a little too much.
In me next life I am going to be a pirate and sail ze seas with ze other cats and we we will go to ze places with ze sun, ze Bahamas, ze Greece and ze Morocco where you find ze curvy girls catz. Did I mention I love ze sun? Sometimes I need to push the poulet roti over in me dreams to make space to dream about ze sun. Ze perfect life I tink would be hugging a poulet roti in ze sun maybe in ze Greece with ze curvy girl cats nearby.
I know youze will have a good year zhis year and I know youze love ze travel like ze furless mummy. We have a lot in common. Ze FM and I we both dream of ze sunny places lying on ze beach on ze stripey beach bed, me with ze poulet roti and FM with ze camera.
I know ze 2015 is going to be ze best year of your life. Us Parisian catz we do ze meditating, we tink a lot about what we want in ze life (you know we have many) and zhen we close our eyes, hold our paws together and say ‘puuuuurrrrrrrrrr’ and what we want comes true.
Itz ze same for you. If you want a poulet roti or to be a photographer like FM you just need to meditate on it, close your eyes, believe you catz can do it oh and zhen work very hard to make it happen.
Ze important ting is to believe in your dreams (even if they are dominated by poulet roti). Ze dreams are ze little messages to us catz and zhey are important especially when you live in ze Paris.
I know zhis because I have had ze many lives. Every life I believe in me dreams and zhey come true and ze same can happen for you catz.
So if your dreams for 2015 have ze Paris in zhem please come to see ze Marais with ze shaking up and when you are walking down ze street one day you might see me looking in ze window of ze Pierre Herme. You will recognize me cause I am ze spicy one.
Peace, love and light (and poulet roti) from your favourite Parisian cat
“Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe.” Voltaire