HELLO, out there. How’s YOUR memory working?
Well, mama says memory lane is what I meant when I used it as the title today and that it must have been a typo! I was actually talking about mama’s memory and how maybe sometimes it veers off from the lane it should have been on and takes a little detour down a side road. For example: lost sunglasses. Prescription ones. Butterfly pattern lenses. $$. Anthros are famous for losing sunglasses, right? Boy, are we kitties lucky.
Mama thought she had left her favourite sunglasses in that other country because when we arrived here, they were nowhere to be found.
Looked in the suitcase. Looked in the purses. Looked in the deep pockets of coats. Looked in the gym bag. No glasses. Called someone in the other country and had them look everywhere THERE, but the report was zilch. Even looked in the fridge, as papa suggests often.
SO, here we are, what, about three weeks now, maybe four and mama had searched even my kitty bag (food dish, scooper, litter, brush and dust pan, Party Time treats, etc) and then the light bulb went off. MARKET CADDY, as in TROLLEY, one of those rolling things that mostly female anthros take to markets to put things in and that, in France at least, no male anthro would be caught dead pulling behind him.
And of course, voila’…there they were from the first day back and mama had forgotten that she zipped them into her caddy on that first shopping day just in case the sun came out punching. Which it did. Happy ending for all.
BUT…mama, maybe eat a few more carrots or something? Do more crosswords, whatever they are?
Hey, I’m an elephant when it comes to memory. Just ask me ANYTHING about food and sleeping.
WITHOUT waking me up, okay?
Those are really cute glasses LouLou. We can see why your mommy was so worried ’bout ’em. Glad it all worked out and everyone’s happy again. Have a good nap. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
So glad your mama found her sunglasses. Our mom loses stuff all the time too.
Oh, good. Mama’s love company in their losing-things lives, haha.
Loulou, being a French kitty you ought to know better.
While looking around keep saying:
“Saint Antoine de Padoue, vieux voleur, vieux filou, rendez-moi ce qui n’est pas à vous”.
ET ÇA MARCHE!
Well, Loulou, MY mama poured wine on her focaccia at a really nice restaurant yesterday instead of the olive oil (at least not on on purpose). Poor Papa was horrified and mama went into hysterical laughter while I was just hoping she would either drop some bread or spill some wine on the floor near me. She did neither, and papa didn’t threaten to put her into a “home” so I guess all is well. Geez, Loulou, the things we have to deal with. So glad we have each other to share these horror stories with!! What would they do without us for moral support and adulation!!??
YES, moral support for sure, because it’s clear that few of THEM have an morals at all! Wine on the focaccia, lordy, lordy, the focaccia is supposed to go IN the wine, duh.
Well, guess that does show the importance of not losing their glasses!! Holy Moly!!! SO glad your mama found hers – but the downside, she’ll be dropping less food……
I think she’ FORGOTTEN WHERE MY KIBBLE IS. I’m going to look in her pantyhose drawer or maybe under one of the beds.
Well, Mya’s mom was just in a hurry to eat the focaccia and skipped the dipping step by just pouring the wine over it. Brilliant move, Mas mom.
Oh, I should have seen that clever move!!! She really has a way with focaccia.
Those are cute, I am glad she found them 🙂
Boy, me, too. Otherwise mama couldn’t go out in the sun and would end up like a groundhog.
Glad your mama found her Rx sunglasses. We will deny we ever said this but we find Jan looking in the fridge sometimes when she can’t find something she needs to find.
Oh, Jan, too? Well, the funny thing is–mama actually FOUND her little purse in the fridge one day when she had set it aside to move something in the fridge and forgot it. Er…it slipped her little pea brain.
At least Mama found them BEFORE she went out and spent $$$ on another pair.
YES, and she was pondering that possibility.