It's reassuring...

Even in France- bastion of culture and all that jazz- you cannot escape the Naturalistic Snow Tiger/ Leopard/ Big Cat in general. It makes me happy to think that the same hideously ugly Naturalistic Snow Tigers I see on my walk from the bus stop to work are freaking out the people of La Belle France. The ones in the window of the sketchy newsagents on Renfield Street look as if they are about to either give you a high five or maul you with their disgusting naturalistic paws. Clearly the ones at Carrefour are a bit more reserved.

The girl who sat next to me on the bus from VT to NYC had one of her lap the whole ride. Maybe she bought it in Pareeeee!