Posted by Loulou on Nov 12, 2013 | 0 comments

(My favourite cartoon!)

Yeah, yeah, I know, that’s not the real title, but hey, it’s appropriate for November because in many ways, November is a month to sing about. I realized the other day, looking out of my Roman window, that the kids at the school next door are sort of anticipatory-ish about having holidays pretty soon, and I’ve noticed that the Halloween decorations are finally put away (!). I think some stores forget that they’re still in the windows…

I also see that people are pretty accepting that the weather is crisper and warmer clothes are needed—after all, we’ve been spoiled for months with perfect weather and balmy nights and the change is stimulating! At least, I am happy, what with the fur coat I wear year-round. It’s not easy to sport these duds in summer…

And mama is making pepper jelly for the forthcoming TURKEY. Now that’s something I really like about November. Mama makes cornbread dressing just as HER mama did and nothing ever gets eaten up on that one day and guess who gets tidbits from guess what kind of bird? Hah!

Last year, they forgot and left out a leg in a deep pot on the kitchen counter and guess who dove in there and dragged that sucker right out onto the floor and had a field day?

One guess.

(Yeah, that’s the very same leg…)

But, I don’t act up as do other kitties. You might say I needed lessons, because the turkey incident was the first and only time I have transgressed in mama’s kitchen—well, that and the butter. Once.

You don’t want to do that in mama’s kitchen, believe you me, but she was really nice about it and tried to hide her amusement but she couldn’t, haha. Still, I have respect for that laboratory where mama loves to invent good things, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t make that pouch-stuff that I eat every day. That would be asking too much, and besides, I know that bird she’ll be working on is really for me—we only ask the family and guests because they help out on making it disappear.

Pepper jelly, mashed potatoes, green beans and almonds, sage and hazelnut rolls and punkin pie, here I come!

Or maybe this year it’s chocolate pecan pie. Ah, well, I’ll manage. I’m flexible.

I’m singing along…

THE FOLLOWING TO BE SUNG TO SEPTEMBER SONG:

Oh, it’s a long, long while–from May to December (la la la)

And the days grow short—when you reach November (la la la)

When the turkey’s cookin’—and the pies are made (la la la)

One doesn’t have TIIIIIMMME—for a trip to the vet, for example, to get vaccinated and spayed! (You’ll just have to pack the words into this ditty on this line)

And the gravy simmers down—to a silky sauce….

November, remember?

And these few precious days—I’ll wait and watch (la la la)

These precious days I’ll learn and study and practice—so that stealing the tukey leg this time, I will not BOTCH!