Well, you see I have this blue thingy, a comforter of some sort, whatever that is, but definitely COMFORT for me (and also for mama later in the evening when I snuggle down into it with her), and I seem to have found a sort of security blanket, of sorts, that gives me solace in this crazy and confused world where children shoot other children and no one seems to be intelligent enough to teach them or perceive that they just may have a serious problem with BEING or COPING, especially in the teens, or may just be a little off in the head, and so I just get up on my blue softy and try to forget about the troubles of the world for a few precious minutes.
And then I feel better when I wake up. But for how long…?
Oh, Loulou mon cher, you have a big heart. I am glad you have that blue blanket to provide you comfort from all the worries of the world. I use a blankie for that too. The humans’ world needs a lot of fixing. XOXO
Oh, Noir Kitty, you are so kind and so good to read my scattered thoughts and keep in touch. Love from me.
You look really comfy there, Loulou. Can we join you??
Oh, a pyjama party!!! YES, YES. Just don’t let Marcus know….he’ll feel left out.
That’s a super cool blue thingy!
Have a wonderful weekend…
Noodle and crew
You could come snuggle with me. It’s so. .. er…comforting!
Ooooooh, you look SOOOOO comfy in that comforter!!! Beautiful. Mama feeling so badly for the families the politicians are “praying for’ – like they think prayer is going to do any good to stop the gun violence in a gun-crazy culture where mentally ill adolescents (and others) have and have ccess to assault weapons!? Well, I’m telling mama to get off her soapbox and get back under the covers with me. And like that other song – “what the world needs now, is love, sweet love……..
Dusty Springfield, right? A good friend of mama’s used to go out with her and said she was lovely. Yes, love, sweet love, but a mentally ill teenager probably needs much more than that, and certainly NOT guns.
Oui Loulou, nous vivons dans un monde de dingues.
De richissimes vieillards préconisent d’euthanasier d’autres vieux au motif qu’ils ne sont plus “productifs”, les écoles sont devenues des lieux de massacres.
C’est effrayant, angoissant même.
Ma chatte Capucine, qui a eu onze ans le 14 février (je ne connais pas sa vraie date de naissance, alors j’ai décidé que ce serait le 14 février !) prend l’habitude de se blottir contre moi pour s’endormir. Ressent-elle les mêmes inquiétudes que moi ? Veut-elle me rassurer tout en se rassurant elle-même ? J’ai tendance à le croire.
Oh, Capucine, I know you are feeling your mama’s anguish over all of this, and we kitties know that leaning into our mams helps enormously. What a world you anthros have to put up with. Or, with which you have to put up.
Well put, LouLou.
Solutions will not come from this administration.