One of the days in Paris, Rob and I had a lunch picnic in a park. And Rob glanced up at a nearby apartment building and exclaimed, "Look! It's a French Merv!" Here's the photo I took of him. He isn't as fat or hairy or naked as my Merv, but still! A Merv in Paris! Rock.

This came to mind because my Merv is currently at his windowsill, enjoying a snack of chips and orange juice. I admit it - I sorta missed him.