There’s no, er, pussyfooting around with this newly-erected sign I walked past this morning. The one on the other side of the house where this cat lover lives is less graphic (literally) but equally emphatic. It’s on a route I’ve often followed and where, oddly, I’ve never seen hide nor hair of a feline. I’d hate to think these signs are retrospective…
But this one did remind me of another walk I did, in Québec in 2014, on a Silversea cruise from Boston to Montreal [pause for deep sigh]. I did about 8km wandering the streets of Sept-Îles one quiet, cold but sunny Sunday, which was pleasant. The most memorable thing for me, apart from learning that KFC is PFK in French, was coming across this road sign. Suggests that maybe the Canadians aren’t quite as polite and well-behaved as their national image would have us believe, n’est-ce pas?
