WELL, here I go…
So I was rooting through mama’s carry-on this morning and found the (remnants of a) list she had made when she and papa sold their business and mama had written down a To Do memo to herself, which included things like “Hug papa a lot; get in the car together and keep driving until whatever happens, happens; sing more music; learn jazz piano; take tai chi; take yoga; hug papa more and more; keep an open heart, etc etc etc.
Well, was I in there? As in HUG LOULOU MORE OFTEN?
Well, this year I’m giving you MY To Do List for 2015:
Keep my svelte figure—eat less kibble and more roast chicken when it’s left out by mistake.
If you have to jump in the middle of the night, jump on the END of the bed, not in the middle where you hit soft tissue.
Do not complain when mama puts on opera, thinking I will feel less alone when they are OUT! Just push the button when they are gone to James Brown oldies.
Do NOT look dejected and mistreated and stare at mama and papa when they have fed you and you wish to be fed again.
Try to limit rolls in the catnip/drugs to 10 minutes or less, if you can make yourself get out of the catnip bed after 5 minutes.
Keep warning birds that you are stalking by doing it right in front of them instead of hiding as some kitties do when they are determined to kill. Establish a Be Kind To Birdbrains week.
Keep up your correspondence with Jan’s Funny Farm and others, no matter how tired your paws are after a day’s work.
Get at least 15 hours of sleep per day/night—doesn’t matter which.
Drink more water even though your mama gives you Purina for urinary care. You’re not getting any younger, right?
Hang out with more doggies and try to understand what goes on in their little pea brains; you never know when you might need one. A doggy that is, not a pea brain.
UH, OH—TAKE THE CHAMPAGNE OUT OF THE FREEZER WHERE IT HAS BEEN SINCE MORNING WHEN I WANTED TO HELP MAMA AND PAPA CELEBRATE….
So now you can make your own To Do lists. A grand NEW YEAR full of adventure from mama and papa, and me (See below-this is not me, Loulou, but I thought I could use a stand-in here so I wouldn’t have to wear a silly hat.)
Don’t tell me it’s midnight in only 6 hours (well, here, anyway). I guess I have to watch the ball drop at 6am…oh, boy…you know where I’ll be, right?
No more bubbly, mama, okay?
Happy New Year, LouLou! We hope you can keep all those resolutions. 🙂
Well, I figure 2 or 3 out of the whole shebang…? At least there’s no guy in a red suit bringing me coals and switches if I don’t. Or is there?
So did the frozen champagne open with a pop or an explosion? Happy New Year.
I managed to wrestle it out of the fridge before disaster struck…but my anthros were very wary about opening it right away. I finally got some bubbles up my nose, but that’s about all I get.