If you were a cat, could there be a better place to live than France? The 35-hour work week means your owner is around more for cuddles. The national love of foie gras makes for excellent snacks (authorized, or not). Yes, as my photographic research shows, I think any French feline would declare life here pretty much purrr-fait.
City benches are a good place to wait for a mouse to pass by.
There’s al fresco dining in the Jardin du Luxembourg.
Neighborhood watch keeps the streets safe from dogs and other dangerous activity.
Who needs the supermarché when you can go dumpster diving?
PS Can you spot the third kitty in the photo above?