As Thomas O’Malley, king of the alley, once crooned in Walt Disney’s The Aristocats, “Everybody wants to be a cat because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at! Everybody’s picking up on that feline beat ’cause everything else is obsolete!”
I concur completely. Especially whilst romping through Old Parigi during the nippy, slippery fall season, I always purr. “Nailed it again!” I shout up to the trees wooing my undivided attention with their scarlet red and canary yellow leaves all a-flutter.
I’m feeling all blissed out and matchy-matchy myself, cloaked head-to-toe in thick denim. Decadently decked-out with faux fur sleeves in blazing neon orange, it’s not difficult to press a reality pause, linger on a bench, and watch the leaves fall ’til les chats come home. Get the look
So in celebration of all that is truly, madly, deeply autumnal, let’s skip to the cobblestone rues for some divine feline inspiration, shall we? Where’s the love? Trust me, it’s here and there, and everywhere.
Because in the words of another favorite groove-master poet, Jean Cocteau, “I love cats because I enjoy my City, and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
Inhale. Exhale. And dawdle like only your spirit animal is watching.
#ClowderGoals
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Paris Cats, in Pictures: Felines on Parade As Thomas O’Malley, king of the alley, once crooned in Walt Disney’s The Aristocats, “Everybody wants to be a cat because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at! Everybody’s picking up on that feline beat ’cause everything else is obsolete!”
I concur completely. Especially whilst romping through Old Parigi during the nippy, slippery fall season, I always purr. “Nailed it again!” I shout up to the trees wooing my undivided attention with their scarlet red and canary yellow leaves all a-flutter.
I’m feeling all blissed out and matchy-matchy myself, cloaked head-to-toe in thick denim. Decadently decked-out with faux fur sleeves in blazing neon orange, it’s not difficult to press a reality pause, linger on a bench, and watch the leaves fall ’til les chats come home.
What’s new pussycat? Favorite greeter at the Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Get the look
So in celebration of all that is truly, madly, deeply autumnal, let’s skip to the cobblestone rues for some divine feline inspiration, shall we? Where’s the love? Trust me, it’s here and there, and everywhere.
Because in the words of another favorite groove-master poet, Jean Cocteau, “I love cats because I enjoy my City, and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
Inhale. Exhale. And dawdle like only your spirit animal is watching.
#ClowderGoals
Related article: Paris Cats, in Pictures: Felines on Parade
Meditating kitty finding her center in the center of the Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Flashback. Same Kitty. Same Pose at the Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Panel detail, Chats et Lunes by fellow cat rescuer Théophile Steinlen, 1885, Musée de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Bigger and sleeker and wider and brighter, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
You are getting sleepy, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
You are getting very sleepy, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Girl Power Graffiti by @_kvich, Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Favorite cagey tiger, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Too many to count: Another heartbreaker, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Cat Shelter sponsored by the École du Chat de Clichy organization, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Waiting for the arrival of the Fancy Feast, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Ground Control to Major Kitty: One Giant Leap, Cat Graffiti by @_kvich, Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Bonjour, Kitty! We can see your halo, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Detail Shot: Chat Noir Cabaret Mural by Adolphe Léon Willette, Musée de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Hand in hand is the only way to land, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Smitten, bitten, hooked, and crooked! Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
La Tournée du Chat Noir by Théophile Steinlen, 1896, Souvenir Shop, Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Where is the love? It’s here at the Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by Theadora Brack)
Bonus Shot: Because there’s no such thing as too many cat portraits, Cimetière de Montmartre (Photo by T. Brack)
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