I think my kitty Citrouille has an obsession. She sits all day watching the heater pipe where it comes up from the basement into our room. Sometimes she's halfway across the room, but a lot of the time she's nearly got her nose stuck to it. She observes it very intently. It's cute, but it makes me wonder what she's hearing coming from it!

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.