Paris Tales: Swinging with the Kitties in the City
By Theadora Brack
Flying sky high on a lark, I knock. Grab a perch because I’ve got a feathered tale to tell. A great ball of yarn to re-wind, so to squeak. Ever since watching Walt Disney’s “The Aristocats” movie on the family television set at the age of nine, I’ve been obsessed with France and les chats domestiques. There. I have said it.
Set in Paris
A story I tell often, frankly. That cartoon flick was a game changer. Not only did it leave me yearning to be the rhinestone-laden Parisian glamour puss (a.k.a., “Duchess”), but I also fancied running away with her swashbuckling, orange tabby beau, the flamboyant prince of the boulevard, “Abraham de Lacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley—O’Malley, the alley cat.”
“Oh, c’est très jolie, monsieur Thomas,” I’d murmur again and again at my own reflection in the mirror, channeling my inner-Duchess.
And now, I see cats
I see cats in Paris. All the time. Where? Where? They’re everywhere. Heck, once during a winter tempest, I rescued a teeny, tiny tortoiseshell cat found trembling on the wet cobblestones outside the Grand Hotel de Clermont, just a fur ball’s throw from where Édith Piaf made one of her legendary busking debuts in Pigalle. She’s still with me now, in fact.
Anaïs Nin once wrote, “What I cannot love, I overlook,” but I’d push it a little further and say that what I do love, I can’t help but notice. Getting reflective, “Bonjour, dame de chat,” is what I now say to my handheld mirror. With a decade-old Kitty still on my lap, and still purring in French, of course.
All alone in the moonlight
So in celebration of the upcoming international Pet Travel Safety Day on the 2nd of January 2020, let’s spend it with a few of my own favorite felines in the city. Gifting all with grab-the-phone moments as they work their magic on our hearts, mine eye has seen their glory. When out pounding the pavement, strutting the streets, or slinking down the alleyways, keep your own eyes wide open for cat sightings. After all, cats are practically a part of the landscape in Paris.
As poet Jean Cocteau once wrote, “I love cats because I enjoy my City, and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
Looking for more cat inspiration?
Well then, treat yourself to a visit with Lana the Grumpy Cat. Based in Paris, the glamour puss was recently given a starring role in a Roger Vivier commercial, shot by Anthony Seklaoui. Dripping in shiny new confections by Gherardo Felloni, our purring pal held her own next to model Sophia Hadjipanteli, not only effortlessly hitting her marks, but also stealing the scene. I’m not at all surprised.
How did Lana prepare for the coveted role?
“Oh, it’s a natural thing for me, no need for preparation!” Lana recently shared with me.
I completely concur, and with a contented purr.
Want to be Fan or Stan of Lana?
Follow Lana’s adventures: @grumpy.lana. Now, if you’re sharing your photographs on Instagram, please leave a link below. Always keeping my peepers peeled for gorgeous inspiration, I’d love to visit.
Here’s where to find more of my Paris pics: @theadorabrack
Happy Holidays! And Happy Tails to you!