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Tonight, we started reading Tom Sawyer. Or rather, I started reading it ... to my wife's belly, with my cat in attendance. Our nightly ritual includes playing a recording of "La Ronde des Légumes" into maman's belly, maman and papa singing the Benjamin song to the tune of Frère Jacques, and a chapter from whatever children's book we're currently reading. My cat, whose name is Bones, shows up as soon as he hears the Légumes song. He expects to have his head scratched, but he seems to stick around just for the family get-together time. His constant audience has gotten him into the lyrics of Benjamin's song, with the words changing from night to night, depending on whether he seems to be there to sing (Il veut chanter aussi), to get his head scratched (Il veut être graté), or to make trouble (Quel vilain! Quel vilain!).

Here he is before we know which lyrics he will inspire: