Who wants croissant anyway?
Well, sometimes when you make a mistake about what time you’re supposed to be somewhere and you start to fret and tear your fur and wish you had checked your calendar and were not wasting so much time because your appointment is later than you thought and so you have to kill an hour or so before you can go, you know when this happens? Well, sometimes it’s all for the good and you have a nice fat hour out there to do some things you never do and discover new paths you’ve never taken–things like that, right?
Mama went too early to an appointment today and she went to our local café and had a noisette (coffee) and came back all excited and tickled that she had met Arthur!
Arthur? Who is heck is this Arthur? Mama’s cousin is Arthur and I think there are a few others I can’t place, as in King Arthur? Arthur Rubenstein? No, I think that was Artur. Oh, well, okay, mama, I’ll bite. Who is this Arthur that makes you smile and jump up and down with giggles?
Me, dummkoph!
Well, it turns out that Arthur is a tiny sparrow who happens to eat his breakfast in the Café Sola here in town, his breakfast being all the crumbs of buttery croissant that patrons throw to him as he hops about the tables, making everyone say, Ahhhh, how cute and Ooh, look how darling that little birdie is and then everyone gives him great scraps and he flies around a few time and then someone opens the door and out he goes to his nest in the rafters outside the café.
Can you imagine? Mama is in love with a BIRD! He’s not even very exciting looking, just grey. And what does he have that I don’t?
Charm? Charisma? Cutsy-pootsy-ness?
Hey, I have all of those, right?
Uh oh, I just realized. I can’t put on an acrobatic show.
No wings.
I don’t like croissant anyway, so there.
Take THAT!
You may not like croissants, Loulou, but we wonder if you would like Arthur? 😉
Uh…that’s a good question. I have been all through my life a lover of birds. I do not hurt them but I do chase them. The best part about Arthur is that I thin I would just sit and look at him and do my ka-ka-ka-ka thingy with the semi-hunting-growl and then probably do as I always do. Give up and go to sleep.
Are you licking your mouth in anticipation of having Arthur for lunch? He sounds like a little cutie. And a tourist attraction.
Yes, well, I don’t really get into birds…only roast chicken-type birdies, haha. Arthur isn’t even an hors d’oeuvre.