You know how I go ga-ga over cute animals. I've read somewhere that one French home out of two has a pet. Naturally I saw loads of them in the city and countryside. I even managed to shoot some. Of course, when I say shoot, I mean using the camera. Duh!
This cat was sleeping on the table top in a cafe that had closed for the day. It probably belongs to the owner of the cafe.
We met this tiny fella in the train. His owner, a sweet young lady, brought him along while she was traveling to Loire Valley to visit her boyfriend. It tried to escape while I was shooting him, and when I pushed it back gently into the box, it bit my finger. Ouch!
Julien belongs to Le Vieux Moulin Bicycle Touring Center where we stayed for a week. He was sleeping cosily by the fireplace when we first saw him.
Julien caught a rat one evening. After he got tired of tossing it about in the air, he ate up the rat. Eww!