As I have mentioned before, I love to play The String Game, ie. chasing a long knotted string when papa or mama puts it under the comforter and shows just the tip and then pulls it into the comforter to hide it and I POUNCE and try to tear its throat out. The they pull out the string and hide it again on the other side of the bed and I sneak up and POUNCE...
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What is the world coming to? I was watching out my window as typical Sunday people walked by—tourists, Romans, people heading toward the Palazzo Chiggi where the ministers were being sworn in to Italy’s government, and I heard a policeman in the street tell mama and papa that they had to drive another route to go out of the center because two...
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Rome’s beautiful bells are ringing out at 17:30 (5:30) and my dinnertime is coming up. I’m helping mama make osso buco (the white kind, NOT the tomato kind, which mama thinks is simply not as good!) for a dinner party on Monday night and I’m going pazza with the smell of seared veal and garlic and broth simmering on the stove (it’s...
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Well, they’re taking me back to France. I am hoping for a smooth sail this time so I won’t throw up all over mama like last time. I’ve managed to paw through the art catalogues that papa buys when they go to art exhibits here in Rome, and I really loved the Tiziano show at the Quirinale, but oh, boy, there was a doozy (doozie?) today at...
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Now I know that I’m not supposed to talk about other kitties, but mama loves drawing me and has all kinds of artwork with me as the glorious subject, but for some reason, she has put OTHER kitties on her Art page and I’m wondering just why I am not there yet? Maybe it’s because I don’t sit still too often. Well, when I’m...
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Well, there still seem to be a lot of people in France who don’t get the picture—the picture being the past, present and future of humanity. I was reading in my favorite IHT that mama leaves out for me to peruse that Mr. Hollande is still facing resistance on the gay issues in his country, even though the legislation has passed to allow for same-sex...
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Hurrah for Cassie Taylor, a young woman who was at the Boston Marathon but was prevented from finishing because of the bombing. Along with many others, she will be completing the race for her cause, Family Reach, and I listened to her being interviewed a couple of days ago. Boy, I would be her kitty in a New York minute. Make that a Boston minute. That is...
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Lena, the cat in the photo, is 16 years old and the model for some of mama’s artwork! And mama’s friend, Gabriella, has an older cat called Frumi who is getting even older and was at home alone and feeling a little blue, so mama’s friend found Frumi a home with other kitties here in Rome where she can interact and play and feel loved and...
Read MoreWell, here we are again in front of the TV on a beautiful sunlit Sunday in Rome with that nyeeerrrrr, nyeeerrrrr sound of the Grand Prix cars (not to mention the hysterical announcer that drives me right up the curtains) putting me sweetly to sleep; except when Alonso (in the Ferrari, naturally, because if there weren’t any Ferraris in the race, papa...
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You know, here in Rome, away from my garden and the sea and my French habits, I’ve sometimes been a bit homesick, but then I think, well, this is my home, too, and when I’m in that other place, I get homesick there and start thinking about those little morsels of mozzarella di buffala and that sweet and bitter smell of roasting coffee that...
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I was listening to Ella and Satchmo the other night with mama and papa, and in case you young Turks don’t remember or have never heard of those amazing singers, Ella Fitzgerarld and Louis Armstrong, also one of the world’s greatest trumpet players, just look through your parents’ CDs or go on Utube and you’ll see and hear greatness...
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Well, last night mama and papa had a dinner party, which meant Chicken Parmesan for me (minus the sauce—I’m not allowed all that rich stuff now that I’m sleek as a Dachshund, but cuter, of course—and who has ever seen a Tuxedo wiener dog?), and these really nice people from upstairs came, and I heard mama asking one of them, “Do you like...
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I have been making lots of kitty tears over the attack in Boston during the famous Marathon that is held each year. Mama takes them away gently with her thumb, but these kitty tears won’t stop. I saw and heard the explosions on our TV and I hid under the bed. What kind of human would do such a thing? Probably the same kind who sets kitties...
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Well, tomorrow night it’s either sink or swim. Our once-in-a-lifetime hero, Totti, and his band of merry calciatori (that’s soccer players in Italian and boy, are they!) will be playinagainst Inter and they are not chopped liver (my favorite little snack…). But this man is my second best hero, even if he isn’t papa (numero uno) (or...
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HURRAH! Kitties in love, same-sex kitties, you are free to go forth together. But multiply…maybe not yet. We French kitties can stop worrying about whether we have to hide our love for partners we have chosen, and I, for one, am thrilled that those protests of several hundred thousand in the streets of many French cities were pushed aside by the...
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I’m a little nervous after having read over mama’s shoulder in the IHT that Kim Jong Un is rattling his sabers yet again in North Korea with threats to test his long-range missiles and possibly use them if the US and China don’t get out of his pelt (hair, to you) and let him get his nuclear ducks in a row. Now I don’t...
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A big day today, especially for mama, but also for an awful lot of other people in the world, including an ex-wife, two kids and all their kids and more because my papa was born on this day a few years ago, and if he hadn’t been born, I would not be enjoying my Felix cat vittles right this minute or playing the String Game with him for which he has...
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Mama just got an email from her beautiful aunt in Magnolia, Arkansas (see, above, turning a napkin into a bra!) Now where the heck is that? I am clearly continent-impaired (not to be confused with that other thing that humans get, also kitties, when they age a bit), which means I have had a limited life in only two countries, well, make that three...
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(Anne planting a kiss in Rome) I have memories of being out the wilds after someone dumped me somewhere, and frankly, I don’t relish stirring up those flashes of feeling cold and abandoned and know knowing where to sleep or how to eat. Humans have bad memories, too, sometimes but every now and then, there’s a sweet little memory that...
Read MoreSome friends from France are coming to our house this evening and one of them has never been in this eternal city, and so I am going to suggest that we all go over to Largo Argentina where many, many stray cats hang out on the ancient stones of Rome and bask in the sun on pretty days and have a nice place under which to curl up when it rains and very...
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