Le Chat Noir

There's a famous poster of a black cat representing the 'Chat Noir' cabaret in Paris - you probably know the one I'm talking about - which ranks in my top ten favourite old Paris ad-posters of all time. In fact, it's somewhere in the top three.

 

Well, this is the original enseigne from said establishment, and what a beauty it is too.

 

Look at that shell-shocked moggy! This reminds me of an event which took place yesterday. I opened the front door rather abruptly to take Dasco (you do know about Dasco, don't you, friends?) for his evening walk, when I saw a small fuzzy shape stiffen and disappear under the car.

 

I wasn't sure what it was, but then, as I approached, there was this sudden blur of fur slamming up and over the head-height front double gate followed a split second later by Dasco, his lead, my hand, arm, shoulder and, thankfully, the rest of my body, this latter not being a given as I'd dislocated said joint five times so far and I'm not keen to do so again in a hurry.

 

OK, we didn't actually make it over the gate ourselves, but we weren't far off. Anyway, more doggy tales here on Dasco's very own blog. You didn't think I could resist, did you?! ;~S

 

So, the Black Cat Cabaret. Le Chat Noir...

 

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