There are two distincts kinds of humans, men and woman.
I will began to describe the most pesty one : THE MAN.
Men are different from woman, because at the end of their legs two enormous stinky aliens are stucked, these are called "feet", we hate them with Minou.
Men dont realise that theses stinky parasites were transplanted on their bodies. I am trying to exterminate them since I was a baby kitten.
but I didnt succed yet........ When the Man is not working, he takes during hours his position in front of a square box which is hurting our eyes.
The man loves to watch miniaturized humans who keep running on a green carpet, as fast as their legs can carry them, like us the cats running after a mouse.
Warning, this is not a joke or a game, it is very very important thing called "soccer", sometimes the Man calls it "rugby".*
When the carpet is brown, it is called "tennis" and when the humans in the box look much taller than usual, and are jumping and are taping away their ball on a shining floor, it is called "basket ball".
Then Men are mooing and are yelling for more beer.
Personnaly, I take the Man for an usurpator, I already tried to murder him, by electrocution.
It worked on me.....
But wasnt successfull on him...
The woman is much more usefull , first I love her perfume (she loves everything coming from DIPTYQUE).
And more than all, she reigns over a magical fairy tale land called "the kitchen", where food is always landing as by itself.
Here is the famous kitchen, with my brother Minou, quietly sitting where he is not allowed to be : on the table.
On the left side of this picture, you may notice a marvellous aluminium wardrobe.
This is one of the biggest mystery of humanity, Minou and I think this - by sure - is a divinity.
It is called FRIDGE.
At any time, days and nights, humans are allowed to open it...then wonderful light is shinning all around them.
Inside, one will find abundance of all kind of meat, cheese, delicatessen, fish, everything is always there.
We, the cats, adulate this divinity, and worshiping it.
To be fed, we just stand in front of it , and meow with distinction like "a little hungry kitten".
The Woman automatiquely has pity and is feeding us with yummy surprises ( prociutto,salmon,foie gras.... )
On the oposite when we meow in front of the man, he is automatiquely giving us a "kick in the pants"
Unfortunately, instead of feeding us all the time, the Woman is spending most of her time in her atelier to still produce theses bloody paintings.....
such a shame to waste time and gift cooking for such a pitifull result.