A few months ago my roommate and I adopted a kitten from a French couple who were moving on to Tanzania for work. They had originally found the little guy on the street, and he was so miserably flea-ridden that they called him "Sac à Puces," which translates to Sack of Fleas. By the time he came to live with us, he had overcome his pest problem and we bestowed him with an equally dignified name: Mr. Shrimp. He's a great Khmer kitty, who divides his days between napping spread eagle below the fan, cuddling, attacking feet and chasing plastic bags.
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