Infidelity!
Shhh. Don’t tell Artur. But here are a few shots of the shameless Vernoux cafe cat.
Isn’t he incredible? Every Thursday I have a date with my friends up at the local cafe in the nearest town.
They set up their stalls early for the market and then retire to Gossip Central, sorry, the local cafe, for a catch up. And I join them for a hot chocolate.
This cat has taken to working the room. If he is pushed out he just stands outside the swinging doors and waits until a soft hearted customer opens the door and lets him into the warmth and fug of an early morning French cafe.
Dogs are scared of him.
He prefers his customers to stay still on their chairs so he can sit on laps and purr and gain attention. 
What do I see in these eyes? Calculating and determined. He was cross with Manou as she had to go out and serve some early arriving customers for her goat’s cheese.
So Cat was dumped on my lap and I think this is the penetrating look to see if I was a cat lover.
He is quite fond of hot chocolate too. So the dregs of mine were sacrificed with alacrity.
4th October 2014 @ 9:22 pm
Another man! And a townie at that! Well, well, well, very fancy indeed. I can’t imagine Artur sitting down to the table for a bit of field mouse, let alone a cup of chocolate! He’d be crestfallen to know you’ve got a fancy tom in town!
4th October 2014 @ 9:51 pm
Dreadful isn’t it? It was the confident look right into the camera that caught me. He was just snoozing on laps when I walked into the cafe. but this cat sure knows how to work a room. I shan’t telll Artur.
5th October 2014 @ 12:39 am
You’d better be careful. These affairs have a way of becoming known around the traps. You weren’t exactly discreet.
5th October 2014 @ 8:49 am
We’ll just have to hope that Artur doesn’t log on and read my blog.