《Les animaux》Le chat
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Le chat que nous voyons tous les jours dans nos maisons est un félin. Eh oui, il n'est rien moins que le petit cousin du lion et du tigre ! Cela se remarque bien lorsqu'il chasse une sourie: il avance en rampant, sans bruit, de la même manière que ses cousins sauvages. C'est le félin le plus répandu dans le monde: on le trouve partout sur la planète. Il accompagne les sociétés humaines depuis très longtemps. Dans l'ancienne Egypte, il occupait d'ailleurs une place de choix parmi les dieux ! "Bastet", par exemple, était la déesse chatte de la musique, de la danse et de la maternité. Si tu veux adopter un tel "dieu", il faut attendre qu'il ait au moins 8 semaines pour qu'il soit tout à fait indépendant de sa maman. le chat est un carnivore. Comme tous les félidés, il ronronne. Il arrive à produire ce bruit très particulier grâce à un ensemble de mouvements coordonnés du larynx et de la glotte. Ce ronronnement exprime généralement le contentement et le plaisir. Cependant, il peut aussi traduire parfois le stress ou la peur.
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Remember that I still with you.
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