Through Discovery Arcade, past Le Petit Train de Cirque, across pavement that wouldn't dare crumble stateside, is a small bench sandwiched between two slightly overgrown hedges. The ground is littered with ash. This is Disneyland Paris, and despite signs to the contrary, this is a popular spot for smoking.
Someone call the cat equivalent of juvie (uh, the shelter?) and get this cat booked, STAT. The
empty plastic bottles
streets won't be safe until this hooligan is behind bars! And by behind bars, I mean bring him to my house for all the cuddles. The little bastard.