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The Cats Meow
It was a lovely Parisian fall day, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, the most unusual sight; it was so unexpected that I moved closer for a better view, A cat was seated comfortably across from an older gentleman, they were sitting on the outside terrace of a swanky French restaurant, located on the popular, Rue du Chat que Peche'. I watched as the small, attractive feline, ordered ceviche pate and an a la carte dish of the restaurant's organic, fresh cream. Her companion chose a plain croissant and a double cappuccino, straight up. They never spoke; but rather, pointed at their menus selections. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it at the time. The terrace tables were draped with fine, white linen with expensive silver placements; a crystal vase, filled with expertly arranged handpicked flowers, served as a centerpiece. The couple relaxed while waiting the return of their server; she was wearing a blackglama mink and a diamond, choker necklace. While her companion, being older and clearly more conservative, wore a white, Panama suit, black tie and beret. His only prop, an expensive ivory cane, which hung loosely from his arm.
After finishing their brunch, the older companion stood, walked over to the black cat, lifted her into his arms and proceeded to dance from table to table, both mute as mice. When they returned to their table, they smiled at each other and although it seemed to be an affectation, I felt it was sincere.
It was then that I noticed with some surprise that I wasn't the only person captivated by the handsome couple; the restaurant staff, their patrons and passerby's alike, were obviously mesmerized too. "Bravo! Bravo!" They all shouted; prompting the older gentleman to rise from his chair and unabashedly proclaimed, "Merci. . .Merci. We call this mime, 'The Cats Meow’. And we thank you for your applause."
With that he waved his cane and pointed toward the beautiful, black feline, who graciously bowed her head. Not to be upstaged by the young ingénue, the older actor, raised his cane into the Parisian air and as he pointed it in the direction of the Arc de Triomphe, bowed with flamboyant flair.
My God, they were indeed, The Cats Meow.