I think I have it in me to become a crazy cat lady. Since adopting these two littermates (who were rescued from life inside an abandoned couch in an Oakland vacant lot, aka: garbage dump), I've gone gaga.
I take endless photos, like a first time mom with a new baby and a new camera.
Now a year later, they are big guys. I think I have to leash train them, so I can be a crazy cat lady in Paris, like these folks:
These two kitties (on a split leash, no less) have been trained to poop at this tree beside l'église de la Madeleine. Maybe that's because their beautiful Art Nouveau toilettes are locked and inaccessible.
And this scruffy cat practically dragged her person (man? woman?) along the quai of Île St Louis.
Yes, that's a cat, not a dog.