tricotine

Now Tricotine has taken her place here.

Tricotine was asleep in a small indoor jungle nearby, invisible except for her fake-diamond-studded collar.

A small, round-headed cat, solid gray with a hint of white stripes on her front legs, Mitou now has more poise and elegance than Tricotine.

He supervises Tricotine's dangerous-looking evening strolls in front of this city hotel, where cars whiz around an imposing metal sculpture made of giant forks.

Mitou began life as humbly as did Tricotine, and shared with her the mysterious ability of cats to know where there's an opening and go for it.

Caught in the act of emptying a package of liver and poultry cat food into her bowl there, Mr. Joubert explained that Tricotine also gets a chicken breast when there's an extra one.