Ciao, exotic flower!
Ciao, other flower.
Well, who’s counting? Just because THEY are on their way back at the end of the week, I should be all exited and watching the clock tick off the seconds until THEY walk in the door, expecting me to kowtow and kiss their cheeks twice or even three times as they do in France, and then probably expect me to sleep again between mama’s knees as if NOTHING HAS HAPPENED!
Well, let me tell you: I may or may not be around when you get here. I may be in the garden, totally hidden (as usual) and listen to you guys call out ‘Loulou, Loulou, LOULOU” for about a gazillion minutes while I am right there under your noses, or I may be in some new place in MY house where no one can find me until I sidle out whenever I please and show my muzzle.
So, hey, live it up in Austin. Go eat some nachos and ceviche and drink some Lone Star and try to find some country and western to cry over and go out to the famous Lake Austin where everyone and his mother has gone to see the sun set for a million years and YOU GUYS HAVE NOT!
Hey, pack up all your cares and woes and HOPE that when you arrive, I will have gotten over the slight of being completely left out of things.
Oh, you say I would have to get on one of those enormous metal birds that go way, way up and your ears pop? That there is no toilette on board for kitties? That most of the food is processed tasteless stuff with no gelée? And that my nip will be confiscated by Security before boarding?
Oh.
On second thought, just have a nice few days left and I’ll give it some thought about feeling left out.
Give away my ticket, okay?
That ferry gives me enough to worry about without traveling on something that leaves the ground! We Cancerian kitties like our paws planted securely on terra firma.
Whatever that is.
See these four paws? They do NOT have wings! They like EARTH touching them. Not air.
Oh LouLou You are so adorable. And bootyful of course. Now you do have to make them pay fur leavin’ you alone fur so long. Even ifin you didn’t wanna go in da furst place. It’s just what we kitties do. You know, gotta keep da peeps on their toes and all. Those are some gawjus flowers by da way. Mommy luvs da tropicals, but she lost all her plants last year when our apartment flooded and we had to vacate fur a while.
Luv ya’
Dezi
Oh, I’m so sorry about your mommy’s plants! I just know she must love plants because she has such a good heart. Those flowers on Maui are pretty snazzy. Mama sent me the photos to use as I wrote and I condescended to use them, haha.
Jan is with you Loulou. She wants her feet planted firmly on the ground. And she hates heights. See, your mama and papa do love you.
Hey, I knew deep down that they love me but I have to shake them up every now and then or life is dull. Think of me as a black and white furry Marcus.