Cocteau draws the sea Well, mama and papa went off with friends to see Jean Cocteau’s house at Santo Sospir, which is a magical place very well-preserved and watched over by the man who took care of one of Cocteau’s patrons, Francine Weisweiller, whose daughter then wrote a lovely book about Cocteau called, in translation, I Called Him...
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Well, mama showed me this photos and I really like these strange men sitting on poles. And guess what? There are about six or seven of them all over the town–you’ll be walking along and all of sudden, there’s another guy on his pole CHANGING COLORS every few seconds. Really cool, no? So many things to discover at night in this city, I...
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Why can’t these guys just leave me ALONE? Okay, okay, I snuggle up to them and wrap myself around their legs and stretch out my arms to mama when she wakes me up, but, hey, can’t a kitty get a little rest from all of the excitement that gets stirred up when you go travelling? These guys are talking about Matisse and his chapel in St. Paul de...
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Wow, it’s WARM again! Well, there was bright and beautiful sun today here in Nice and everyone was out on the streets, having shed their winter coats and put on sunscreen instead. That’s ‘winter coats’ of anthros, not winter coats like those of those crazy donkeys See? Shaaaagy. The donkey, not papa. and certain kitties I can...
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OH, BOY…what’s this? I thought his anthros were invited for a drink, not HER! Look at her, thinking we are going to be bosom buddies. Are you out of your mind? Okay, enough already. She tried to LICK ME and that was that. (But it was sort of fun having a playmate and we seem to get along really well. Just don’t make me KISS...
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I play with my ball until the pizza or focaccia is ready, then mama calls me to taste it. I tried to stir the dough once…oh, boy. Well, a reader loves bread and I suggested to her that she go to an old blog entitled Bread Winner and see how easy it is to make focaccia, real focaccia, not the pasty, awful stuff sold in bags that one often finds in...
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My WordPress is acting up! HELP! Well, tonight my WordPress did not open and I was told “this page cannot be accessed” or something like that and so I’m late and I’m sorry. But I’m be back tomorrow in proper blog form, I hope. Meanwhile, here is a petanque player getting ready to pointer, or roll the ball to get near to a...
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Well, mama says the loaves in this town are pretty funny looking. Haha, those are ROCKS, duh. But mama passed them on the street the other day and at a distance they looked good enough to be buttered or toasted. Mama is on a quest for great bread, of which there are many, many kinds in this part of France. The best is from an open market where two ladies...
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Sepia snooze… Ha, ha, ha, fooled you. I’m wide...
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Good luck, Guero!!! I think I may have said that before. Oh, well, sometimes I just run out of words, but Nice is nice, so there. Except our good friend, Anne, is laid up with a winter cold and she and mama were going to tear up the town. But there is still time and they tear pretty well, even on short notice, haha. I, for one, love the...
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Well, this kitty is certainly trying to adapt! Water is not our favourite element… Well, I didn’t get into Harvard so I’m not one of those anthros (Adaptation to Life, George E. Vaillant) who were studied over a period of time to see how they shaped up after changes in their lives outside university and so on, but they throw me around...
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France USA Well, I am foregoing info on our trip to bring you this important announcement: Food in schools in America does not take the cake, so to speak. A wonderfully articulate article in the NYT entitled The Real Problem With Lunch made me think about all the lucky French children who have nutritious and tasty food at their schools and made my heart go...
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I’m just trying to balance myself in the car while I sleep. Cool, huh? Oh, boy, there I was in my cage…er…traveling quarters, and I have to tell you it was not a picnic. Which the anthros stopped to have, or rather not exactly a picnic but a sandwich-is-there, which is their way of saying sandwich because of that silly joke, “Why will you...
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Do I have to be in my traveling apartment again. Damn! I mean, mince! (darn) That’s what some of us are around here when we’re unsure of how to do something or how something might turn out and it’s usually before a move from one place to another and that’s how I am feeling right now as I watch mama and papa put things in that box...
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Happy birthday, mama’s brother; we are thinking of you. I just realized, that on this date a few years ago, January 16, mama’s brother’s birthday, I wrote a blog about him that started “Today mama’s brother is 80 years old. Today he is moving into what is called The Memory Wing of the rest home where he has been for some time,...
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Well, mama has been out picking kiwis that somehow have doubled since last year and they are not even growing in our garden but come from the branches of the neighbor’s beautiful vines, which he instructed mama to weave into our fence and share his bounty and so we did. These are ours and here is the source, down below. Well, bounty there is. And if...
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HEY, mama, I have an idea for a blog! Hey, this is a big day with nine hundred blogs behind me. Today I am starting to count to one thousand and what fun that will be, attempting to scour the planet (and my brain) for interesting and educational and entertaining topics for my journals. You know, a cat’s life is pretty bland, really, unless, as...
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That’s my string (well, one of them). Get it? String Game? Well, I’ve sort of been wondering if I’m normal. Now, mama says to not have self-doubt and to think of all the things you can do rather than all the things you can’t do, but I’m wondering if any kitties out there have, let us say, low affect, about playing? When I was...
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Ready for massage. NO, MAMA, not the BACK ONES! Well, I just looked at my files and I am coming up on my 900th blog, which sort of takes me by surprise since all I do is pat out a few ideas (like Chocolate Kibble—mama wouldn’t let me do that one, alas, since we kitties are NOT supposed to eat that wonder of wonders in the food world and so she edited...
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Oh, boy, mama laughed her head off at breakfast reading an incredibly creative section in The New Yorker, December 21-28, called Blog Apps To Download in 2016. HILARIOUS! Especially if, like me, apps are not application, haha, to much of your snoozing life. Even mama doesn’t have that many—only the ones that help communication or travel, maps and...
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