You say THEY are calling on the phone to say hello? Hey, just for the record, Kitty Whisperer, I’m not at home…
Well, I think mama and papa and their sis in law and her partner are falling in love with a little town that, so THEY say, is pretty cute, what with all the old Roman things around and a Picasso museum with some lovely and touching photos of Mr. Picasso and his love, Jacqueline, and I guess anything sweet like that always makes an impression on mama, for sure. She is a sucker for romantic love, not to mention art by the world’s greatest painter!
Whoever he is.
It is pretty cute, I have to say.
BUT, I do remember that there was a kitty he painted in yet another museum on yet ANOTHER trip of theirs and that kitty was after my heart, since she had a rather unfortunate birdie in her mouth.
Of course, I don’t chase birdies or eat them so what do I know anyway? Maybe I’m just feeling a little…well…irritated.
But as she always does, mama found a mural on a wall with THREE kitties in it, one of whom is probably my long lost French Antibity-bibity cousin for sure.
Can you find my cuz in this painting?
So I guess there are some worthwhile things in that little burg after all.
Uh, oh, now I’m getting a little miffed!!! WHO IS THIS GUY? Does she have to have a portrait of every kitty all over the place when her attention should be only on one KITTY? Guess who?
Not a bad-lookin’ guy, actually…hmmm.
Do you think he might…er…like this little snapshot of yours truly?
Goodbye, Chuck Berry, king of music, about whom Bobby Dylan said, “He was the Shakespeare of music.” And about whom John Lennon said, “If you tried to give rock and roll another name, you might call it ‘Chuck Berry
Thank you, Mr. Berry, for all you gave to the music world.