Je voyais grand ces années là, suite à une exposition à domicile, qui avait généré beaucoup de visite, je pensais à utiliser mon chat du moment, Pinceau, comme doorman, enfin doorcat ou portier, donc je lui ai fait passer un test, à l’arrière, pas trop de stress….disons que l’essai à été plus ou moins satisfaisant….lors de l’exposition qui suivit, il pris sa position de garde favorite, dans le fond de la chambre à coucher et il a attendu bien sagement que ces intrus quittent les lieux et que son esclave, fatigué se laisse choir dans la seule partie de la pièce non obstruée par des meubles, boîtes et autres objets hétéroclites qui ne vont pas dans une chambre à coucher, et là il est venu se coucher à mes côtés, bon travail Pinceau..:) prrr prrrr prrrrr

I did have great expectations at the time for my artistic career to sky rock to heights…that were never reached..so since the last exhibition had attracted quite a few people, I thought that I could use Pinceau, my cat at that time, as a doorman, or rather a doorcat…so I made a test, to the backside balcony of my place, much more quiet than the busy street in front, it was not a success, to the best it did need a lot of improvement, so when the next exhibition came, Pinceau went to his favorite post, hiding in some hole in bedroom which was filled with all kind of things not belonging in a bedroom…and finally he came out when all this strangers were gone out of his apartment and when his slave finally crashed in the bed, after climbing over those multiple obstacles clogging the bedroom, he jumped into the bed and came to sleep along his tired slave-master of nothing pr pr pr pr pr