(Papa is full of funnies lately and I think it’s because he feels so good after his ordeal!)
Haha, papa said I could have used that one, too, with apologies to old Willie Shakespeare (whoever that is but I know he’s important because we have lots of his writing around here).
Mama says it’s a musical about a very cool lady anthro who takes no guff from anyone and an attractive man is wooing her (whatever THAT is!) and they go through some wild shenanigans until he finally says “Kiss me, Kate” or at least in the borrowed Broadway version of Mr Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, and they kiss and make up and live happily ever after.
Sort of.
Hey, wait a minute, I thought a shrew was a cute little animal!
Is not this innocent sweet perky-nosed fluffy the cutest thing thou hast beheld lately?
Oh, no, mama, you aren’t thinking of adding it to our family?
But then papa would have to tame it…and he’s still working on YOU, haha, just kidding.
It might be fun to have a shrew to play with, don’tcha think, Loulou?
Hmmmm….that nose……
I’m sure glad your Papa is feeling better, that’s wonderful!
Thank you, Brian. We’re happy, too.
Glad your papa is feeling well enough to joke, Loulou. I think that shrew is pretty cute actually – maybe a pet for you? 😉
Oh, but he/she is just too cute with that little bent nose, haha. Maybe to play WITH…
teehee – just convince your Papa to get one from Ikea!! I have a big one and a little one. And I have an Ikea cat!!! Not the same as having YOU to interact with though. But we’re going to dinner in a week where Gustav lives! As in Mahler. He’s very nice and calm. Maybe I should bring a mouse?
Or a shrew? They are so, so cute.
Uh-oh, sounds like your mama is a handful. 🙂 Or should that read that your papa has his hands full?
Actually, papa wasn’t in agreement with what I said about mama. She’s not a shrew at all but it seemed to fit in the blog, haha.
In the wild, I think shrews are very aggressive – they are carnivores, rather than seed eaters. That said, my kitties brought me a present this morning while I was doing the crossword – a chipmunk ! When they dropped him, hilarity ensued – but I finally got him out the front door. He sat on the porch in shock for a minute or so, then finally bolted off into the shrubbery !
“All’s well that ends well !”
Ah, another Shakespeare fan! Yes, or all’s hell that ends hell, haha.
But just think, Loulou, that shrew could be for you to play with, bat at it, hide throughout the house, and nibble on. I’d refrain from kissing it, though, if I were you, even if it tries to woo you. Winks.
AEEEEEFF…kissing a shrew? Elizabeth Taylor, maybe, and if I were Richard Burton, haha. But not that little funny whatever it is.