Posted by on Sep 1, 2019 | 17 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little to the right, papa.

Well, I may have mentioned this before, but I am a GLUTTON (whatever that is) for ear-rubs.  Most kitties don’t seem to want their ears touched, but I push my head and my ears into mama’s fingers after her (and my) nap and keep pushing and pushing and pushing until my ears are happy and mama is nuts.

Papa’s good at it, too, but he keeps saying, “Loulou, you are SO spoiled”, which in French is “Loulou tu es si gâté, which is funny because gato means cat in Spanish, and gatto is cat in Italian and maybe being spoiled is exactly what we are in all languages, haha.

SO they rub and rub and rub and their nap stretches into practically dinnertime because they will be endlessly RUBBING MY EARS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

THERE, papa, you got it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it’s mama’s turn, heh, heh, and we’ll be here for HOURS as I twist her around my little paw, whatever that means!

Oops! I spoke  too  soon.  Mama’s off to make our Sunday night pizza.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Phooey, it’s just not the same when I do it!