Posted by on Jun 8, 2017 | 10 comments

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Oh, boy, if mama thinks she is going to appease me with some silly kitty stickers, she has another think coming.  Give ’em to the little grand anthro who collects them;  she already has a gazillion you’ve given her already, and I don’t happen to have a sticker book.  Plus you will NOT win me over with these.

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Other kitties get SWAG–I’ve seen the stuff they get, nip ‘nanas, new beds, climbing jungle gyms or whatever they are, and a couple of kitty stickers to get caught in my fur just is NOT going to do the trick.

But on to other things.  Our little grandanthro (see below), a goalie for his calcetto team, is pretty durn good, calcetto being soccer played with only 5 on a team on a tennis court or something similar in size.  It’s a fast game and great fun for young kids learning teamwork and skills, but unfortunately, yesterday started aggressively and well and then went all to pieces as the stronger team (also taller!) shot goal after goal and won by 7 – 2.  BUT, Pietro, our family goalie, is not tall but incredibly accurate and good.  Next year he will play with the real team of 11 and we shall see.

As they say, It’s not if you win or lose but how you play the game.  Mama says, Okay, okay, parents say that but when you lose, you feel awful for  awhile.  I have to say, though, that sports are a great practice field for handling many situations to come…

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Pietro’s friend congratulating him after the wipe-out. His papa in foreground.

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Stopping at least a few in the first half.

Well, hey, what are grandanthros for other than to root at ball games and give pats on heads with a “well done” attached.  They do that to me when I manage to help mama dig in the garden.  “Good kitty” they say but if they say it too often, along with “Kitty, kitty, kitty,” I run like hell.  You never know when that particular phrase might mean, Let’s get in the carrier for your shot, or Time to travel 2 hours in the car to the ship, or possibly unknown things that are unimaginable.

I will say that my kitty sitter is trying to calm me after a HUMONGOUS storm in our little town that sent me right under the bed!!! BIG sounds, lightning and thunder and all those things that come with WET pouring down outside.

I hear it’s good for gardens.  Oh, great, but what about kitties who, frankly, do not have particularly nice relationships with storms, vacuum cleaners, travel cages, etc.  Why can’t they get it straight?  Can’t THEY fix the weather to suit us?

They try to fix everything else.  Er…fix is not a word we use around here, sorry.

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Just checking out that I can dash under the bed quickly if that THANG comes back banging out of the sky.  Mama’s mama always told her that all that noise was the mama turtle beating on a washing pan to call her little ones home out of the storm.  I hope Bolt knows that, but I’m not sure he has a mama nearby.  I’ll get the info from him next visit to Roma…plus he always has somewhere to hide, right?