Even in French, they are still just cats. Jen, by your request, a few of the furry ones who’ve been living in my tiny home.
Jazz, the troublemaker.
Molly, who likes to cuddle. And sleep on top of the fridge. And scratch at my door at 2 am.
Angel, who is slowly but surely eating her own leg because she’s stressed about moving to Canada next week.
And Fudge, my favorite. He likes to just chill in the window and I’d consider keeping him around. He’s pretty sweet.
Plus, he’s got 12 toes, so we bonded over both having giant feet.
Ah, the life of a cat. There is one more around here, but Mulligan isn’t fond of having his photo taken apparently.