When I was in Avignon I crashed at this old Hippie couples' place. They had a pregnant cat who crawled under my blanket in the night and when I woke up in the morning I noticed something was weird. So when I threw the blanket aside there were four little kittens.
Best day of my life but my hosts refused to name one of them after me because they believe an nimal shouldnt bare a name. We engaged in a discussion about this hipocrisy because they wont let their cat go outside but claim they want to treat it in a as natural way as possible.
We still made friends but I dont think Im gonna hang out with them again!
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