Are we cute, or what?
Well, that’s just what I’d like to do right now because mama has just looked up from her garden and seen that POMPINETTE is across the street along with those other four donkey-type animals and they are munching our neighbor’s lovely green grass that grows in his parking lot—the one he rents to summer tourists—and so these creatures are in actually mowing his lawn for him!
And mama is in ecstasy because even before I showed up on the scene, she was smitten with this gang of five and used to take them carrots and vegetable trimmings and now she even has a huge sack of donkey food in the garage and couldn’t get it to them because the owner took them up in the hills for the winter and they were nowhere to be seen, but NOW, she’s about to go over there and take them artichoke trimmings and corn cobs and pea shells and REAL food from the garage and it’s MY DINNER TIME and she has evidently forgotten completely about me, LOULOU, and what I NEED at this time of the evening.
Oh, boy, do I not like competition. Especially donkeys who line up together looking as it they are going to break out into Donkey Serenade!
Okay, guys: A one and a two and…
BUT…I have to admit that there is a je ne sais quoi about those donks. Even for me. I sit out in the garden and watch them and I must say that they are really pretty cute with their winter fur still making them fuzzy and round and you really want to pet them and see their little faces light up (sort of) and even if Pompinette (a mule) is of ambiguous sexual orientation, she/he is pretty cute, too. And she/he is getting on in life and one day, mama will look up and old Pompinette might not be there and then mama would be really sad, so I guess I’ll tolerate the absence of my DINNER until she come back from giving her whole attention to five of her first animal loves….
I am a tolerant kitty. Understanding. Objective. Kind to others. Not to say patient.
BUT WHERE IS MY CHOW???
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