My French Feline Friend Panther
Allow me to introduce you to my best friend—an adventurous black cat named Panther. Like all good friends, he is always there for me, both inside and outside of the kitchen. Panther was born in a small French village in the region of Bordeaux (Board-O), and was adopted by a chef named Jean-Pierre, who owned a restaurant called Chez Jean-Pierre. Panther’s job was to rid the kitchen of rodents. In exchange, Jean-Pierre gave him nightly helpings of fresh fish and the occasional morsel of steak. Panther grew up attentively watching Jean-Pierre make traditional French food, and over time he learned all of the basics of cooking.
One day, he decided it was time for him to leave his humble roots and set sail to see the world. He said goodbye to Jean-Pierre and waving his paw, he set off in a catboat, called The Carpe Diem, bringing with him a fishing rod and a Swiss Army knife, a book of constellations, and a map of the world. He spent his days watching the clouds and catching fish. At night, he would use the constellations to stay on course, following the North Star, Orion and the Big Dipper. Eventually, he would fall asleep drifting under the stars.
One morning, Panther’s catboat washed up on a shore near our house. I had gone down to go crabbing off our local pier, when I saw Panther fishing from it with his legs dangling off the end. We struck up a conversation and I knew immediately that we would become friends. I invited him to my house for a hearty meal with my family and a good night’s sleep. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed his gear and followed me home. The rest is history. He has lived with us ever since as part of our family.
Panther loves to play and sleep in the garden, but if I ever need him for guidance in or out of the kitchen he’s by my side at the snap of my fingers.