Today I took a stroll to the end of the block (which normally I would never do under no supervision) to talk with Pierre, my French cat friend. Pierre's owners are from Marseille (the South, but nonetheless, France) and I need the inside scoop on what the travel situation is like. Pierre flew about nine hours to get to Los Angeles when his owners decided to re-locate from France. Why they decided that? No clue. They're lunatics. Anyway, Pierre gave me the scoop on the flight from France to L.A. Très terrible! But don't act like that's going to stop me. I BELONG IN PARIS.
And for your viewing pleasure, here's a photo (I'm assuming a paparazzi took) of Pierre and me after he told me about knowing over his owner's cup of coffee this morning. High five, mon ami!
If you want to stay in Paris, you'll make sure to stay in Paris! I'm not sure why it's crazy to relocate away from LA. If you do end up having to leave Paris, just remember, you can take the cat out of Paris, but you can't take the Paris out of the cat.
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