Out the Window

For several weeks, I've heard occasional meowing in the street. At first I thought it came from the cat who lives across from us, up one story and one building over. But I was wrong. The sound came from below our window, not above it.

So when I heard the plaintiff wail again today, I bolted to the window and saw a man bending over and squishing a cat between his knees.

At first I thought it was the Village Idiot, but when the man released the animal, who was wearing a leash, I realized that I was witness to a cute, young man out walking his cat.

I guess the man took a 'squish-the-cat break' right below our apartment, and then they both took a 'rest-our-butts break' on our car.


With it's leopard spots, it's perfectly placed paws, its perky ears, its green eyes, and it's curiously wide-eyed expression, this must be one of the most beautiful cats I've ever seen.



Who needs television, when you've got life right outside your window?

Election Night 2007

Today 86% of the French have cast their vote in the second round of their country's presidential elections. True democracy has decreed Nicolas Sarkozy as the winner by 53% (all numbers as yet to be confirmed).


And Segolene Royal the loser.



Once again analysts will spend much of their brain power trying to figure out what went wrong. And once again, I say look to the advertising campaign (the two photos are as is, untouched by computer enhancement).

Mr. Sarkozy's poster was defaced by others. The state of Ms. Royal's was done to her by her own people. Her poster was seen glued into corrugated iron construction barriers all around the Marais.

And that was a week after I yelled out our living room window at some of her people who were gluing posters on the wall of an apartment building that is constantly defaced by graffiti.