Actually, this is not a sun puddle. It is I, sleeping on mama’s head instead, but the sun DID come out later.
Oh, boy, am I basking in sun puddles (while it lasts-we are supposed have rain beginning on the weekend and continuing for who knows how long) and mama and papa took a nice walk along the sea and it was so bright that it was hard to see without dark, dark glasses. The seagulls were going bonkers (do they ever do anything else?) and there were sea urchins by the rocks and one of the little cafes here that evidently has been doing quite well over the last few years has put in a glassed in area to eat their very good salads and seafood and there is a newly painted blue front on the real estate guys who helped get this house and the lemons are partially cut, making the tree lighter in case of frost or god forbid, SNOW, and mama’s rosemary may have bitten the dust but we won’t know until spring, and mama’s favourite rose, Sweet Love (hmmm…wonder why she like that one?), has bitten the dust and so is now in a garbage bag for pick up but as Marilyn Monroe used to say (whoever she is), “What the hell.”
Evidently she said that about just about everything and it seems to work.
One of my quote, resolutions, unquote, (or italics, I guess) is to not screw things down so tight. Yes, tight, not tightly. Then the screw breaks off.
In other words, be looser about things and let chips fall where they may, if not in a perfect pattern. I have begun to practice this by not myowing for breakfast early in the morn. I wait, patiently, until we are ALL awake (we all get up early after all) and then I might just make a squeak or a little noise in order to go outside and see what’ app, I mean what’s up, and then we all eat together with politesse and civility. In other words, lighten up, Jack (whoever he is).
When you don’t have the need to have things done absolutely correctly all the time, you don’t have so many disappointments.
That said, my tummy is growling and it’s only 5 o’clock (I eat at 6). I’ll try to suppress this myow as long as I can and my character will certainly be better for it.
Won’t I?
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Remembering our Rainbow Friends thanks to Ann Adamus
OMC LouLou, ya’ll get snow? Isn’t it funny how we can’t magine certain areas of da world gettin’ certain types of weather? MOL Sorry ’bout your mommys’ roses. Mommy had a rose bush when she moved in to this apartment years ago, but da oak trees get bugs, worms and diseases and fell on her roses. She planted them in da wrong place as she didn’t know. anyways, they died and she couldn’t afford to replace ’em. And then when our ‘partment flooded we lost all our houseplants. We’ve really had a time of it with plants here. MOL Glad you got some luvvly sun puddles to back in, ifin only fur a while. Don’t ya’ just hate it when your tummy starts growlin’ an hour befur dinner time? We eat at 7 and offen have da growlies ’round 6. MOL Big hugs fur a pawsum week.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Oh, yes, I know that feeling about waitin’ around for the kibble lady..haha. Sorry you lost your plants. Weather in Oklahoma is not easy. Mama’s mama was from Ponca City or at least was born there because her mama was there but she moved to Texas.
“what the hell” is the perfect theme for life with a cat 🙂
Yes, and mama uses it a lot, too, haha. Also papa. We’re just a kinda ‘what the hell’ kinda family, haha.
You have a dining schedule? Jan forgets about time. Actually, she forgets about everything but we’re not supposed to tell.
Thanks for the reminder we need to get back to the Rainbow posts.
Hey, these guys eat breakfast, lunch and dinner and Ijust tag along….
You are too sweet LouLou. You should wake them when you want to eat.
Well, I hate to admit this, but I’m often not awake either!
Send some sun our way please! I LOVE that quote!
Oh, I wish I could but today it’s freezing temp and NO SUN AT ALL. Maybe tomorrow….
Well, Loulou, I believe Ms Monroe may have picked up her philosophy from a very wise cat, name of Mehitabel, who used to be written up in the papers back when Ms. Monroe was younger. Mehitabel’s friend was a cockroach named Archy, who wrote about their lives on a typewriter owned by Mr Don Marquis, a newspaper man. I believe Mehitabel was a tuxedo cat not unlike yourself, although she may have been an all black kitty. Anyway, she generally expressed her philosophy as “Wotthehell, kid, wotthehell.”
Oh, how I love your knowledge of things and why they happened and so many other pieces of info. THANK YOU so much. Mama is saying that Archy and Mehitabel and their antics were talked about by her parents long ago. Mama is googling them to see the Tuxie!! Wonderful comment.
Maybe you should ask to eat earlier, Loulou. That’s what we do. Sometimes it works. ‘Specially if we’re really persistent.
BUT I’M ASLEEP, TOO. I just didn’t want to admit it.