• Here is the humble story of the cuttest kitten , living on Earth or in the Universe .......Means ME !! 

    Chapitre 1

      

    ( as far as The Lord would have been concerned or silly enought to place as wonderfull spicies as US THE CATS on other planets )but that subject might be another story.

    From my birth I probably was snatched from my cat family, because an human family deseasperately needed my presence to illuminate their gloomy existence.

    C'est moi le chaton

      

    Obviously, WE, the cats are extreme reincarnations, beyond human being for instance (human mission seems to muck upinch of this earth).

    Je pense donc j'existe 

    So our vocation is to sacrify ourselves like martyrs to educate all this bunch of two legged stupid lumps.

      

    First disapointement : instead of being adopted by an Egyptian family - sublime nation devoted since the beginning of History to Felines - my lot was be dropped into..... A FRENCH FAMILY !!!!

    C'est moi le chaton

      

    The French call this disgusting mass "camembert" (and you wont believe it !! THEY EAT THAT!!!). It supposed to be a kind of slimy cheese.

    For instance, each country may have two or three kinds of cheese (for the kind of weird gourmets of each country).

    BUT, and this is a very good example to demonstrate how unnatural is this country, their vice was able to create almost 400 different kind of cheeses!!! What else can I say!!!!

    The french nickname in all over countries is "THE FROGGS" or "FROGGIES" (may be because they also really eat froggs).

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    But even worse : they also love to eat snails: slobery mollusks they put in a pot for few weeks to kill them, then marinate them in boubtfull water for another week.

      

    Je pense donc j'existe

      

    Once properly cooked they look human buggars (I know what human buggars look like because, one teen living in my family is collecting them under his armrest in the living room).

    Je pense donc j'existe

        

    OK, all countries have strange food addiction.

    Americans, for instance, love to eat the meat coming from people of this german town called Hamburg.

    The Hamburgers (people coming from Hambourg) are innocently going to uncle Sam's country for tourism.

    Theses are Hamburgers before:

    Je pense donc j'existe

      

    And these are Hamburgers, but after!!

    Je pense donc j'existe

      

      

    Well, enought for today, I have to run and eat my grub, before the dog will swallow it.

    Then I might take a nap, because today I tryed all the sofas and the cushions of the whole house for a survey:

    Je pense donc j'existe

      

     

    Je pense donc j'existe

      

    C'est moi le chaton

      

    Now i feel too lazy to take a nap

    Je pense donc j'existe

      


     


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