MAMA, help!!!
Well, mama starting writing my thoughts for me about 12 years ago, maybe a bit more, and this is one that I particularly liked as it tells you pretty clearly who I am…er…was. So I urged mama to publish it, just for fun.
I got mama to help me shorten my blogs so they wouldn’t overwhelm readers because I do tend to rattle on, haha…
#79 in a series
Papa’s sister is married to a poet.
Yes, a real live one who makes words sound like music and I know because mama, who loves poetry, has read some of his poems to me as kitty bedtime stories when I’m getting all relaxed and snoozy.
Mama and papa drove four hours to see papa’s sister and the poet in the Lot, which is where I thought they parked those things that go really fast and make honking noise and to be avoided at all costs, but instead, it’s green fairyland place where the poet lived many years ago when he was just starting to write.
Mama says he doesn’t like kitties.
Well, that’s because he loves chow doggies and had a very important friend who was a chow doggy and lost his friend and the loss will be with him always. Humans do not do well with the loss of a pet; sometimes it’s far worse than losing a human—for some humans.
I know mama and papa would feel just like that if…
Let’s not go there.
But they left me with my catsitter and when they came back, just 30 hours later, I was weird. I don’t know what I feel when I’m left with a really nice person who plays with me and feeds me right on time and then disappears on the day that suddenly, mama and papa show up again and say, “Hi, Loulou, little kitty, how’d you do?” And then they goo, goo, goo over me and I’m supposed to be NORMAL after such a change but instead I glare and get under the bed for a little while.
We kitties like continuity in our lives (like small anthros) and having your big anthros pick up and leave every now and then is very, very disconcerting (I love that word, too—sort of sounds like ‘no more music’, which is how it feels to go through an experience like this).
But I could see that it was really good for papa (and mama) to see his sister who lives far away in Hawaii on Maui (near a town called Haiku—isn’t that a great name for a poet’s land?), and mama and papa love them both so much and esteem them both and you just never know how much it means to see your family when it has been a long, long time between hugs. I know what that’s like.
So I guess I can forgive this separation.
And I’m back to sleeping sprawled on both of them. A hand touching my black fur. Life is good.
They’re under here somewhere…
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U R so welcome. Just trying out teen-age writing, haha. I like the other kind better so I will say “you are so welcome”.
Well Loulou how wonderful you “kept a diary” of your thoughts – that was smart of you and I’m sure it’s nice to read and remember. My Mom’s Dad – who has been in heaven for many, many years, SAID he didn’t like cats (because they killed birds too!) but once when Mom took a trip and was gone for a week he came to her house and fed and looked after her three cats. When she came back he had changed his mind about cats – he had enjoyed them a LOT! Sometimes humans just need to give us a chance and we can change their minds! Anyway, I hope your mom and Dad continue to enjoy their getaway and you too dear Loulou as you keep an eye on them!
Hugs, Teddy
Oh, merci, Mr T. They are relaxing a bit but papa is working on a little back trouble. These things come up as one….is…..not 30 any longer (or 40 or 50 or 60…I’ll stop there!)
We always made sure Eric and Flynn were well cared for when we were away, and when we came home they were pleased to see us for 2 minutes then acted as if we had never been away.
HAHA, that’s how I acted, too. HELLO HELLO and then where’s my food? But I did jump on the bed at night with great pleasure.
A poet who lives near a town called Haiku – that’s brilliant, Loulou. Always so wonderful to see family, even if we have to leave our sweet fur- creatures for awhile. Such a lovely pic of you.
Yes, the same poet. A brilliant poet and mama adored him. He added to our lives, well, THEIRS, although I never met him, he was gone before he could visit me in France but mama and papa visited them often in Hawaii.
Somebody doesn’t like kitties?!?! Not in our world!
I know. It was hard to talk kitties around him, because he felt they killed birds. I could have cared LESS about a birdie…so dumb those cheepers. I just loved to watch them be crazy.
LouLou, I think it is normal to feel lie that – missing them so much but a bit angry too. Anthros often get the same feeling when they are separated from those they love, even if they know it is for a good reason. Since what happened in Maui last year we hope your poet and his family – even his Chow dog – are doing ok.
Well, this is an old story and the poet is gone, along with the doggies….several years ago.
It’s not easy for the kitties when the parents go away, but it’s not easy for the people to be so far from those they love. I’m glad you forgave them.
I always forgive them…they know not what they do, haha. And they miss me so, so much.
How can someone not like kitties? That upsets me. Cats are God’s best creation. XO
RIGHT ON, dear Ellen. WE know that but some do not get the picture. It’s okay, we are all different.
There once was a kitty named Loulou
Who enjoyed tummy rubbinb…woo woo!
She was pretty and sweet
With cute little feet
When she left us we all wept ‘boo hoo’
Oh, tears, tears and more sweet tears this morning for your lovely poem……..merci, merci.
Mom and Dad make sure you’re well taken care of. I agree with them. We have to do that pretty soon with our kitties. They need to be well cared for while their peeps are gone.
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Well, thank you from me, Loulou, from my spiritual home on high, Yes, I was well taken care of always when THEY went gallavanting…