Do you think you can go there and ask for a tummy rubber?
Translation: Lulu On My Street — handymen, housecleaners, a helping hand, and good humor to go with it.
Well, this is really a wonderful thing that neighbors are doing in the Marais in Paris. There are kiosks, little stands like a place where you buy newspapers and such that help neighbors find things they are looking for or get services they need. I think this is just terrific and I wish more neighbourhood would do that. A little old lady went up to the Lulu I read about and said, “I have to move from my apartment to another place. Do you happen to have two strapping young men who will help me as I am alone?”
Isn’t that just incredible? Anyway, mama was so touched she cried her own version of kitty tears and I thought, “How nice to have someone who cares about you when you are elderly or alone or just in need and don’t have the wherewithal, whatever that is, to find a solution to your woes. I’ll bet they find kitties for people, too! Oh, boy, now that would be something. Maybe even trained kitties who could play ball with you or something…
So that was my GOOD news for the day. I am putting in the link to the website, but it’s all in French and I know some of you speak French but the cartoons are nice and you’ll get the picture.
I just wish they had spelled my NAME correctly!
It’s okay, Loulou, that’s just another French spelling….
I keep saying it’s all because of those opposable thumbs…
they probably didn’t mean to spell your name wrong they just couldn’t hit the right keys!
Noodle and crew
Yeah, those guys just don’t have a fact-checker.
That’s a great idea! I imagine it’s a good way to meet new people and connect a neighborhood.
I wish all neighbourhoods had something like it.
That is a great idea, sorry they spelled your name wrong.
Well, you know those FRENCH!
How could anyone ever misspell your name, Loulou? Oh, wait, we did when we interviewed you for Mousebreath a long time ago, but we caught it before publication. Well, no matter how they spell your name, you’ll still answer when it’s time for dinner, right?
Oh, yeah!!
Wow, that cat standing on the basketball is amazing. We would roll right off. MOL.
I don’t know that kitty and frankly, I’m glad she’s not around here. Too much competition.
Love your airplane ears ! I understand about misspelling your name, but “There’s no such thing as bad publicity.” Says my Lulu, who was actually named that because one of my favorite comics characters was “Little Lulu.” The rescue where I got her was calling her “Lard Butt” because she was quite portly. I told her foster that I might very well call her that sometimes, (I can only imagine what the cats call me !) but that would not be her name !
Oh, mama LOVED Little Lulu, and actually Loulou is another spelling that some use and is pronounced Loo Loo whereas LuLu in French is pronounced Lew Lew, which is just too #&$^%(!! hard to say.
Dat’s very sweet LouLou. We do hope they found da lady some helpers. We know, well okay, mommy knows from purrsonal ‘sperience peeps run fur da hills when movin’ day comes. Dat’s one of da reasons we’re still where we are. MOL You are lookin’ adorable as always. Big hugs to all
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Oh, I’ll bet you kitties understand moving day. HORROR for us kitties, much less the anthros. It is supposed to be next in line after fear of public speaking. STAY PUT is my motto.