Papa is soooo cool. (Hey, he’s rubbing, right?)
And when I say cool I mean that my mama and papa and I have a pretty nice relationship with one another and appear to really like where we are with respect to our being a couple + kitty, even if THEY aren’t spring chickens any longer and really could give up all that lovey-dovey stuff at this age but oh, no, that’s not for them.
They’re always kissin’ and huggin’ and laughin’ like teenagers and boy, in the morning it’s like winding a yarn ball back up again to get something to eat because they’re in there snuggling and talking about the day and making little kitty sounds, like me when I dream, and I have to really watch out because if I get too close they say things like ‘lie down, lie down, no, no, Loulou, not on the stomach, not on the head, kitty, LOULOU, we’re just waking up (!)’ and mama says, ‘watch her, honey, she’s hungry and could tear your throat out’, but hell, is THIS the muzzle of a kitty about to do anything like that, just because one day MAMA was a bit too playful and sort of scared me suddenly and my claw went out and caught her wrist and it went pretty deep, a puncture wound they called it, whatever that is, and that night her wrist swelled up like a sausage and turned red and the doc had to give her antibiotics for seven days, which meant she couldn’t, with meds, have a nice glass of wine with papa at dinner and so everyone was in a pretty sad mood for a few days, but it was scary, I’ll admit.
Plus I am not a “Hey, let’s tear a throat out” kitty. I’m a Wuss Puss.
Mama went to bed that first day of bologna-wrist and couldn’t move until the amoxicillin kicked in and I lay on the bed with her for consolation, which I am sure helped her get better. I was really sorry about the whole thing, and I don’t like being a scaredy-cat about sudden movements, but there are just some things I can’t get used to—garbage bags being popped open for the poubelle (that’s garbage can in French, more on that later), plastic milk bottles being crushed for recycling, and, this is the worst – that sucker-upper vacuum cleaner!
Oh, my God, do I hate those weird rolling metal creatures and this lovely Ukrainian woman comes in who’s really nice and says “Loulou Loulou” sort of crooning, whatever that is, and she says it over and over and scratches my head and I really like having my head scratched but then she brings out this giant roundish sort of metal animal with a long nose or tail or whatever it is and puts one of its tails in the wall and then, oh, boy, watch out because I’m outta here, under the bed and not coming out until she’s long gone, thank you, not even for dinner or a head scratch!
Well, maybe for dinner.
Other than that, I’m cool as a cucumber, whatever that is, about most things…sort of. Especially rubs.
You’re not alone, Loulou. Sisfur Esmay and the doggy at my house don’t like the ‘sucker-upper’ machine either. Esmay retreats to the top of the tree [armoire] and the doggy hides behind the sofa or chair.
Partners in irritation, we.
Loulou, we know that you didn’t stab your momma on purpose, and it’s too bad that she had to go to the doctor.
However, it’s good that she did, because sometimes those injuries turn bad very fast.
Well, I never bite and I think I gave the wrong impression…it was a swipe with a very sharp claw! Not a good thing, a cat’s claw as they are pretty full of germs…and yes, it was accidental for sure.
Us cats sometimes can’t control our inner tigers. Your mama knows you didn’t mean to hurt her, Loulou.
Oh, she knows. But I do see her moving away a bit in the morning when I want to play a lot and she’s holding on to a string or whatever…she keeps her hands at a distance and I think that’s smart. But she snuggles up many times a day and I wouldn’t dream of clawing.
YIKES – didn’t know about the wrist!!! Mamma is reading everything she can about New Orleans and the storm – one of her best friends is still there and the electricity is out. Others got out, but Bettie’s car isn’t the top and she was fraid of what would happen on the road! Mamma is especially glad she left there – and lives in NICE!!!!!
Oh, poor Bettie. I hope she’s okay. Mama’s troubles with my little claw thingy, not a bite, a claw, were solved with antibiotics. All accidental but those things have to be taken care of when they swell.
LouLou, Moms can get infections from scratches too!?! Oh No! I gave mine one with my bites, I guess I better quit scratching too! Have a marvellously happy week!
Well, this scratch I gave mama was a claw inserted in her wrist and you know how …uh…clean…our claws are..haha. She was fine and it was an accident.
Your poor Mama. I know you would not hurt her on purpose though. XO
I didn’t mean to claw her like that but I was scared suddenly when whatever happened. Can’t even remember why. So long ago, but the antibiotics were needed. And a funny thing is, mama was stuck by her rose bush once and needed antibiotics because of sudden swelling. Now she wears gloves in the garden all the time. She didn’t know that some roses have thorns that are dangerous! This was the first time in ….LOTS of years. Never happened before.
Oh LouLou – you were quite devilish in your younger days ! We are glad you and Mama reached your detente years ago !
Oh, yes, we never have de tente problems, just de kibble problems…
Cool is right! You are the total coolest around. Except for me of course.
Einstein
Well, of course, I would never compete with you, smart kitty that you are.
Beautiful LouLou, I’m sorry about your Mom’s bologna wrist, but it happens – we keep an antibiotic salve on hand at all times for the Peeps kitty injuries. Our kitties despise the garbage bags being shook open too.
Well, it WAS an accident and I consoled mama quite well all week. It was long ago..
You do look cool as a cucumber Loulou, always!
It is all a ruse, whatever that is, but I think I must ruse every now and then.
You are a very cool kitty indeed Loulou…..I’m sure that long ago vicious attack on your Mama’s wrist was not intentional. I’ve been known to accidentally rip open my Mom’s arm a time or two but I sort of blame HER since SHE is the one who is supposed to keep my nails trimmed! But I did feel bad about it. Anyway, it’s my opinion that being of the same family as lions and tigers and cougars and such, we have a bit of the WILD in us and we can’t TOTALLY control that. Am I right?
Hugs, Teddy
Darn right! You can take the kitty out of the country but you can’t take a country out of the kitty! Mama tries to sneak nail cutting when I’m half asleep but I always wake up and see what what what’s going on here?