Cyrano is an eighteen-month-old European cat. His mother, a genuine Chartreux, had refused several fiancés of high birth when she fell under the spell of a street cat with no name.

I adopted him when he was two months old. Since then, he's been living the quiet life of a spoiled only cat, with no special event to tell. He trains hard in flies-hunting, toes-fishing in the bath, and q-tips juggling. He manages to scatter his many toys in a blink, he always needs a cuddle at dawn; in brief, he is a very normal cat.

There is only one funny thing: he is always in good spirits. He's never demanded anything with an imperious miaow, never retaliated when frustrated, never sulked. I grew up serving tyrannical cats. I did not know that a cat could be... like a dog - clinging, affable, and modest. It is true that my Nono lacks feline mystery, but he is such a good boy that no one, so far, could actually resist his "doggy" attraction!

Cécile Loisel
France