Monday Our nearest neighbor Ella Mae and her 14-year-old cat Msr. Snuff live just across the little courtyard from us. At least Ella Mae says there is a Msr. Snuff in there. He’s an inside cat, and I’ve never seen him. I’ve never been to her apartment, nor she to mine, but she’s a pleasant […]
CHAPTER 3: Le Chiou/Bernie Meets Monsieur Snuff (Part One) Read More »
I eventually ask Pierre about our building owners. Heloise, the one with the hearing problem, has been partially deaf for more than 20 years. It happened tragically on her first — and last — trip to the United States. She was convinced to attend the Colorado State Fair by the daughter of her hostess, who
CHAPTER 2: Heloise and Bibi Read More »
The elevator in our ancient building is one of those old-fashioned clunky types, with a folding gate. Our building on Rue Ravignon went up in the late 1800s and I wonder if the elevator is that old too. The owners have few rules for the residents, but the ones they do have are absolutes. And
CHAPTER 1: Rue Ravignon/Bernie and the Elevator Read More »
Our apartment is exactly what we hoped for. It’s cheap. We like that. And cheap means tiny. There’s one room for eating, sleeping, living. There’s a small square kitchen off to one side. I can stand in the middle of it and touch all four walls. There’s a separate bathroom with a shower. And best
In the Beginning II Read More »
Bernie loves to travel, is intelligent, curious, affectionate, has a real sense of adventure, makes few demands, is willing to try foreign foods, and has a quirky sense of humor. He weighs 120 pounds, is four feet long from his Saint Bernard-type nose to his little scarred stump of a cut-off tail. His giant bulldog-looking