You can say that again. I should know—I’ve been left here at home for way too long and even though there is no place like it, it’s pretty weird without my mama and papa to snuggle and cuddle me and let me sleep on top of them all stretched out to my full, magnificent length as they scratch me under the chin and around my darling little ears....
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Mama’s aunt, 97 years old, is a pistol. Not to mention the sisters, of which you have already heard, but being the matriarch of the family, Aunt Mildred/Bittie (don’t know where that came from–mama says she remembers a tall, blond aunt who took over any room she walked into, and mama says that she never seemed to be unhappy over anything,...
Read More(I’m plum tuckered out after that show.) Can you possibly guess where those anthros of mine are hanging out this evening in that weird and wacky town of Austin, Texas? They are going at sundown to watch the BATS, yes, BATS, who come out at...
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I’M NOT INVITED…. So mama writes her wonderful aunts in Arkansas and says, “NO FRILLS, PLEASE!” Which means, let’s just kick back and talk about all the news and hear about all the kids and grandkids and GREAT grandkids (yes, there are actually some of those) and we’ll just have a glass of wine together and catch up. And...
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Well, not exactly Wyoming, but close. I mean, Texas isn’t THAT far from Cheyenne, but what really makes ME happy is that mama and papa are leaving at all and coming back to cuddle and coddle ME, Loulou the Great Kitty of Collioure. First it’s a visit to the aunts and then they’ll wing their way homeward and will I be at the door? I just...
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(Mama and aunt and cousins singing “Love is Here To Stay” — which it is, especially for me…) (An irresistible tail…) Mama is dying to see her aunt in Arkansas. Likewise, the aunt’s two sisters, a brother and mama’s cousins…most the town, in fact! I don’t know why they can’t take ME there where I...
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That’s mama’s phrase, and mama means it! Except I don’t like the dog part. She has promised to call me soon and talk to me over the answering machine, and of course, I shall talk back since that’s what I feel like doing in this abandoned state! (Actually, I think the phrase is “It’s raining cats and dogs and there are...
Read More(New York Daily News–thank you) Well, here’s a story: Mama wrote me that at Ikea in Texas, she got in the wrong line for checkout (oh, boy!) and it was for under 10 items and she had…well…about 50, and so she started packing up the stuff, feeling terrible for the long line at the register, but she’s pretty fast, and then this woman...
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(I’m climbing the chairs over this!!! Computers make me craaaazy…) What do you do when your modem goes haywire and you can’t even get to your WordPress docs to insert your BLOG FOR TODAY—or YESTERDAY, FOR THAT MATTER? Or maybe even TOMORROW!!! I am cat-atonic over this dilemma. Not even mama can help me, or papa, the computer...
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(WHAT’S GOIN’ ON HERE, COMPUTER GODS? I’M TRYING TO WRITE MY BLOG!) Here I am, trying to write my blog, and my little kitty paws are doing perfectly fine, dancing trippingly over the keys and blammo—no internet—-no AOL—-the TV going wacko and turning into snow and who the heck knows why?? Papa says it’s the modem and doesn’t...
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(You put your right paw in, you put your right paw out, you put your right paw in and you shake it all about…) Since mama told me the bumper sticker and tee shirts of Austin say “Keep Austin Weird” (originally begun in Santa Cruz, my neighbor who pets me a lot named Lalenya tells me), I have decided to Keep Loulou Weird. Which means that...
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Mama writes that in Texas there is a plethora (love that word!) of family—cousins, brother, second cousins, cousins by marriage, maybe even third cousins or great nieces and nephews, but mama doesn’t want “great” before anything describing her… Two of these cousins seem to be sitting on a couple of pieces of Texas that are really...
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(Don’t even think of coming back here and expecting love and affection!) Well, mama sent an email the other day, waxing poetic, what ever that is, about the food in Texas. Can you believe that? I thought everyone just ate barbeque ribs and baked beans and grits (whatever they are—mama knows; she makes cheese grits that I love to smell when...
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(That little doggie ain’t as cute as I am!) Well, mama finally sent me an email just as I was getting back to the computer after I had conquered my semi-miffed state into which they threw me as they walked out the door to take a plane to the Lone Star State, wherever that is. I know it has something to do with where mama was born and grew up and has...
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(With Syria, we need to take the ball by the horns! I think that’s what anthros say…) Mama talks to me all the time about this enormous upheaval in Syria and why President Obama should take action and do something right away instead of vascillating every day and trying to get approval from a Congress, which hasn’t helped much in the past,...
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(What’s that suitcase doing there? Uh, oh…) You know how when your anthros suddenly leave you alone with a kitty-sitter and you think, boy, am I going to miss those two, and then the kitty-sitter puts out some tuna (fresh caught, wild, cut into steaks, on the grill just until crisp outside and rare inside) for you to taste and then says,...
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Well, I’m going to be left here with the nice lady who snuggles me and loves me and give gives me little pieces of her fish and to hell with the anthros who abandon me here while going off to parts unknown where people wear spurs and large head coverings and boots and eat a lot of tacos and barbeque and snakes rattle around in the grass out the...
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Hatha stretch I was doing some of my yoga the other day and I stuck my leg up in that place I always stick it, with no visible difficulty, but this time, I sort of stuck it up a little too far and something went yckkk right down the back of my little black and white body and I thought, “Uh, oh, Loulou, it kittypracter time for you—soon!” And...
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Does this ever happen to you, oh, kitty lovers around the world? My mama starts callling, “Loulou, Loulou, where are you?” and then I hear her running around like a crazed weasel talking to herself and then papa and calling up to him in his aerie, “Have you seen Loulou? Is she up there?” and when I’m not up there, she calls...
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