Whatever that means. Is this bleshing with papa? But mama says it’s a word from the 60s, LOOOOONG before my time, that’s for sure, plus mama would rather I not mention that she knows where and when the word came from, haha. But to continue. As I began spending my days in my new abode and as I...
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So there I am, taking my sweet time to get to know my surroundings, which are formidable compared to a woodpile, that’s for sure, and I am trying to find my way and mind my own business and, in general, make no ripples in the river (whatever that means), and there is a knock at our door....
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Where am I? Well, today I think I’ll say a little about what I felt when I woke up in a strange house. The truth is, I felt a bit afraid still and was wary of mama and papa and just how their day would shape up and how I would fit into the plan. Well, who...
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Being nurse on mama’s knees. Well, I am going to meander back to my beginnings with mama and papa while mama recovers from a sort of knock-down from an antibiotic. Mama’s view is that if you can nail it without them, so be it, but there are simply more...
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Keeping an eye out for mama…. Well, I wasn’t around yesterday to post my blog because I was keeping mama (and papa!) company so that mama might feel better. She’s fine, don’t worry, but I was worried and stayed on the bed all day with mama, knowing...
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NO WAY AM I WEARING THAT, WOUND OR NO WOUND! So, to get back to the pink tutu suit…well, not a tutu really but definitely pink and silly for a kitty to wear, just to make sure I don’t do something untoward to my…er…fix-it wound. And here I am in a...
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WHAT DO I HEAR OUT THERE? AND I JUST GOT HERE! So, to continue, when I was out in the feral world, there was this BIG tomcat, as big as a small elephant, well, maybe not quite that big but BIG, and he used to sidle around me and give me the glad eye, whatever that is, and I wanted only the quiet and safety...
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Do I dare to eat this stuff? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE? I shouldn’t talk to strangers… Well, so I was led by nummy goodness into THEIR nice warm kitchen and mama was sautéing onions, which has to be one of the great sniffs of the culinary world and very attractive to little schnozes like mine, even...
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Well, both of my blogs, the stand-in and the original were published within three hours of one another! But WHERE did the one go that I lost and how did it come back and publish itself? No matter. To continue on my saga: I’m gathering all the thoughts I had upon finding myself in a strange garden with food...
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Poor little rodent, but he did get sewed up. Well, mama’s at it again, opening up my play-rat (ANOTHER ONE!) and stuffing it with something smelly and green that she brought with her to Rome from MY garden! (Maybe she stole it from Jean’s garden…)...
Read More Mama was just helping me get my blog out at 11:23 and IT DISAPPEARED!!! Where did it go? So sorry , but I have to go take care of her – she’s tearing her hair and running around the house like a crazed weasel! It was about this rat in the photo…and mama has been cutting it up with SCISSORS...
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HEY, where’s the eraser on this thing? Well, at least I got my blog title down on paper. But now, Mya, what am I supposed to do with this metal note pad? Hmm, tail doesn’t work. Guess I’ll go back to paws… So, my first memories of being a kitty...
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Well, I’m thinking of writing a memoire, whatever that is, but I do have this cool pen, well, pencil and a notebook so I thought I should put it to work, jotting down a few anecdotes of my fairly short time with mama and papa. Only 8 years – a drop in the bucket of life, no? Let’s...
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Oh, boy, I wish mama and papa would give me the TV squirter so that I can choose my own programs. This scary thing was on the other night while they were deciding what to watch and I took one look and WHOAAAAA… That guy is BIG! I’ll bet his teeth are as big as elephant tusks, whatever they are. Mama...
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And just how do I get myself into this contortionist sleep pose? Don’t ask… Well, daisy is the only thing I could find to rhyme nicely with lazy, so there you go… In this inclement weather (whatever that means), I seem only to be able to loll around, stretched out on the bed on my nice...
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Well this is where they were without me and they even saw that bad doggy Mya and gave her pets and hugs and told her how cute she was and she wiggled and wiggled and here I was at home a little bit jealous and jealous thank you. And I am trying to dictate as mama does and it is not...
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Papa, remember when you USED to rub my ears…! And NOW, you’ve taken a TRAIN, whatever that is, and are GONE! Well, these two have taken off for a night and left me with Tania, a good friend but still… ONE WHOLE NIGHT! I am NOT used to being abandoned like this,...
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Well, I think that rub-a-dub refers to some anthros in a tub but around here that three-letter phrase describes what happens to me most of the day (and sometimes during the night if I don’t watch out!) because mama and papa simply cannot keep their hands off of my little warm, furry kitty body. Well, not so...
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Mama is reading a book to me, actually, not a book but reading from her Kindle app, and I’m just lying here absorbing all these sentences and paragraphs and chapters, whatever they are, that anthros get so turned on about, and I’m TRYING to understand just what a subject and...
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(I think she’s on her way back — better leave the mozzarella alone…) Well, one of mama’s favorite outings here is to the open market in Campo de’Fiori, which actually used to be fields of flowers during the Middle Ages but is now all of the things you will find in my link, plus photos (better than mama’s!). Mama uses a...
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