Bonjour! My name is
Jean-Jacques. I am a working cat. My job
is très difficile. It’s not a job
that just any cat could do. I must stay
in the window of my boss’s florist shop and pretend to sleep. It’s not easy to do that 20 hours a day!
My boss knows I bring a lot of business to the shop. I estimate he gets 20 to 30 percent more
customers just because of me. When the
ladies who live on Rue Ordener see me, they think I am cute, so when they need
flowers for a dinner or to give to their friends, where do they come? To our
shop, of course!
You may have heard of that other cat, Henri, the existentialist? I have no use for him. He’s a member of the intelligentsia, while I
am a member of the proletariat. Honestly, which one of us do you think really
earns his keep?
The woman who took my photo is an idiot! Sorry, but it’s true. I’m a cat, not a photographer, but even I
know that windows cause reflections, and if she wanted to get a good picture of
me, she should not have taken it in the evening through the glass. Some people are hopeless!
One day when my boss was outside, I heard her ask him what
my name was. Ever since, when she walks
by the shop and I’m in the window, she shrieks, “There’s Jean-Jacques!”
S'il vous plait, madam, have a
little dignity! Have some respect.
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