Ahhh Paris. Sounds beautiful, right? Wrong. All Paris is, really is a bunch of angry men and women and cats and dogs and other unidentified species running around hoping to catch the next train. It's not exactly my cup of tea. It is nice at night though. We live just to or three blocks away from dow town so we can see it off of our deck. Down town is usually a loud busy dirty looking place and I would rather I never have to go there ever again unless I'm carrying a very large vacuum and a gas mask. But at night. When all of Paris is sleeping and dreaming about how great life is and how beautiful there house is and how they have no debt to pay. It just goes on and on and on. What a bunch of liars. Any ways at night Paris looks bright and elegant and peaceful. At night I'm almost willing to go without my gas mask. But keep the vacuum. Just in case.
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Brody
HumorAaa the life of a cat. Warm fuzzy sun filled days with unlimited food and water. Brody had all of this, But that was about to change.
