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Arrivederci, Summer

Arrivederci, Summer

Posted by on Aug 31, 2013 | 3 comments

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCPOmWgmrDo   Melancholy kitty, I, at the end of summer. Here in my garden the leaves are dropping on my head, even when I am under the yellowing spigariello (we just can’t eat all mama plants and heaven knows, I prefer Purina…). Lemons are dropping off the tree and petals are scattering from overblown roses and I...

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Friends

Friends

Posted by on Aug 30, 2013 | 0 comments

    Violetta, a friend   Rughetta, another friend Mama and papa have special friends here who drove all the way from Nice and came all the way from Los   Angeles and they’ve known each other for over thirty years and these friends helped so much with the bakery and boy, are mama and papa glad to see them! I wonder if kitties have...

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When Push Comes to Shove

When Push Comes to Shove

Posted by on Aug 29, 2013 | 0 comments

(You can push a soccer ball, but not people!)   When I want something, which is rarely, I must say, since so much is at my paws all the time (except for that dry kibble that makes me a little…bona), I give a little peep, not a myow exactly, but a peep, peep, sort of like a chicken getting ready to lay an egg or maybe more like one of those baby birds...

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Fan Males

Fan Males

Posted by on Aug 27, 2013 | 2 comments

Oh, you two cuties–you shouldn’t have….but I love fan mail; what kitty doesn’t?     Well, I just received these two pictures and letters from these kitties (see below) and they were so articulate and said so much about kitties everywhere that I decided to publish them today so that you could be touched by their stories. Do...

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Ignorance is Never Bliss

Ignorance is Never Bliss

Posted by on Aug 26, 2013 | 3 comments

Maneki neko  (“beckoning cat” in Japanese) kitty says, “Vaccines are good luck!” I mentioned in another blog that Doctors Without Borders had removed itself from Somalia because of increased danger, after twenty years of saving lives and helping the Somalis in so many ways, and I’m sure they were treating kitties there, too,...

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Silver Threads Among the Gold

Silver Threads Among the Gold

Posted by on Aug 25, 2013 | 3 comments

(Hey, BB looks pretty good here–and that no-good Rontonton has grey hair, too!) You know how when you see an old movie and there’s this smashingly beautiful actress (or actor) and you may not even quite remember who it is and then mama or papa says, “Well, she doesn’t look like that now.” Or “Boy, was she/he a...

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Cool Cats (and anthros)

Cool Cats (and anthros)

Posted by on Aug 24, 2013 | 1 comment

(THANK YOU so much! I’m touched by your emails.) Today I just wanted to thank all of you very kind kitties and anthros who write such lovely comments and hellos and tell me about your lives on islands and in apartments and on farms and just about everywhere because I’m not quite certain yet if my replies to you actually GET to you. (I’m...

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Dry Humor

Dry Humor

Posted by on Aug 23, 2013 | 8 comments

(Now–just WHO is cuter here? Hmmmm…) You may remember that no-good bum, Sushi, one of mama and papa’s kitties long, long ago, who resembled me but not on your life, honey did I look like that lazy fur-ball—anyway, one day when papa’s kids were visiting Los Angeles, mama  went upstairs to put the clothes in the dryer before lunch and...

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Good Grief

Good Grief

Posted by on Aug 22, 2013 | 2 comments

Mama was thinking about her mama the other day, and she said to me, “Loulou, not a day goes by that I don’t thank my mama for something she taught me or for  words of wisdom that helped me through a hard time, and if I keep talking to you about her, I’m sure to cry!” It has been years and years since mama’s mama died of a...

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Brain Terrain and Bracelet Brain

Brain Terrain and Bracelet Brain

Posted by on Aug 21, 2013 | 2 comments

Papa gave mama a bracelet once, and he told the salesperson, “That looks just like my wife’s brain!” And mama opened it and said, “That looks just like my brain!”   You know, I’ll bet there are a lot of kitty shelterers/lovers/housers who are always saying to their adorable, better-than-a-dog-any-day furry...

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Mammal, Mammal, How I Luv Ya’, How I Luv Ya’

Mammal, Mammal, How I Luv Ya’, How I Luv Ya’

Posted by on Aug 20, 2013 | 1 comment

(No, it’s not me, honey–I’m just Loulou’s cool friend in Vancouver, Binky by name…) Well, there’s a new kid on the block. That is, in the trees of Ecuador, not here on our French street, but I’m hoping he or she will come visit. Make that a she—I’m not sure I can handle the he, he is so, so cute. Evidently...

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Butterflies in the Belfry

Butterflies in the Belfry

Posted by on Aug 19, 2013 | 2 comments

Mama is a nutcake! It’s supposed to be ME who chases those white things with wings in the garden, but when mama sees one (or two, in this case), she goes bonkers, leaps out of her chair at a seemingly calm lunch for two on the sunny terrace and flails her arms, holding a butter knife (a lot of good that will do unless you’re Toshiro Mifune) and...

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To Market, To Market

To Market, To Market

Posted by on Aug 17, 2013 | 0 comments

You know, from my vantage point inside mama’s kitty purse, I took these shots of our open market just because it is so beautiful in summer with all the melons smelling of Provence and the tomatoes from the Italian grower, not to mention his apricots, like candy, and peaches from Pierette (sounds nice, no?) Ortega who has been growing fruit for...

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Less is Morsi

Less is Morsi

Posted by on Aug 16, 2013 | 4 comments

(Thank you, Huffington Post) What does the military in Egypt think it is going to achieve by killing innocent people at a sit-in of Morsi supporters, including women and children—a 12-year-old boy was murdered along with hundreds of others. What does killing ever achieve, especially when the army was supposed to be keeping the peace in Cairo by being the...

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Bocce Me, My Baby

Bocce Me, My Baby

Posted by on Aug 15, 2013 | 2 comments

(She always wins!) Well, we’re having company. A couple about whom one can only say several million words of praise and glory and so I’m not saying anything until I meet these two. But boy, have I heard stories: the cook, they travel, they know all the chefs in Italy (see Italy Cooks; one of the couple is an author of many, many great...

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Soccer To Me

Soccer To Me

Posted by on Aug 13, 2013 | 4 comments

Well, it’s a bit early, but I’m getting my practice in. I play portiere (that’s that person at the net who bends himself out of shape in unimaginable ways and throws his body every whichaway and stops the balls–sometimes), and I just got this one right in the schnozzola from that guy with the incredible feet who, when he kicks,...

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Obliterating The N Word

Obliterating The N Word

Posted by on Aug 12, 2013 | 5 comments

Don’t let me EVER hear you use that word! While I’m at it, the R word isn’t any better: Racism. I can’t even write the N word, it is so abominable. In Friday’s IHT, mama read me the words of Jesmyn Ward, whose great-great-grandfather was killed by white men in Mississippi, whose grandmother had to hide under blankets when her...

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Eating Books

Eating Books

Posted by on Aug 11, 2013 | 3 comments

One of the lovely George Carlson drawings Sometimes my anthros talk about their childhoods and mama, in particular, has never forgotten Howard Garis’s Uncle Wigglily books and the touching and tender George Carson drawings of that famous Uncle and his adventures and characters he meets along the way. Mama says that she learned to eat vegetables,...

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California Dreamin’

California Dreamin’

Posted by on Aug 10, 2013 | 1 comment

(My reflection pose…) I don’t know why—maybe it was because mama took me into her atelier this morning and I wandered around some of the paintings and saw some drawings that she had made in California even though they were not of ME but some other kitties she knew then, and I got sort of nostalgic for those nice people I never met on that Lane...

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Another View

Another View

Posted by on Aug 9, 2013 | 2 comments

My papa was talking at dinner while I listened attentively by his side, gazing at the early evening activity in the garden, and he said how interesting the timing was with the Snowden brouhaha and everyone up in arms about spying and clandestine information being gotten by underhanded means and then all of a sudden the news is full of the shut down and...

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