Papa sets a summer lunch table…for his harem.
Well, now we really know that papa is a mensch. Mama and papa invited two friends for lunch and then papa said, “Why don’t you ask Lynn because we don’t know her well yet” and then she was asked and came and there was papa, with his harem of FOUR women, pouring wine and helping set the table and keeping everyone in good humor and sharing himself with the ladies’ lunch in a most wonderful way. Then he left a bit early for the other room and The Grand Prix…after cleaning up most of the dishes!!! Boy, what a guy.
I, of course, was upstairs resting after so much sleeping so I missed the party, but I could hear the laughter and fun and knew that those ladies were living it up as they are wont to do easily! The only thing is, one of them might be leaving our little town, and boy, is mama not looking forward to that. She has been our neighbor after all for some years now and she is mama’s booga-booga guru and if anyone can liven up a party, it is SHE, aside from being a person who helps solve problems and in so many ways enhances our lives.
But, as she has requested, with every thought that starts to be a little sad about leave-taking and all that, mama visualizes a new, adventuresome life for her in beautiful surroundings (Hawaii—golden sand, breathtaking sunsets, warm ocean waves, soft, magical air, nice people, tranquility) and I say, put a little kitty in there somewhere and mama says, “No, Loulou, Lala likes doggies and wants one of those lovely two-colored eyes sheep herding doggies who are so, so smart, like Cannelle, that dog in our town who is always out with his master training near the beach” and I say, “A DOG? Okay, okay, she can have a doggie and so then I close my eyes and think of her with a nice, cuddly, silky doggie who keeps her company and warm at night and plays with her on the beach, and then I get a little jealous myself because I WANT TO GO TO HAWAII, TOO!”
But mama says, “Loulou, you are a French kitty and maybe one day we can visit her there.” So I have to settle for that, even though when I found out I couldn’t go I was ready to commit harakitty…haha.
So maybe we’ll have more of these lunches so that our neighbor will have lots of good memories of our little ville in all its glory and want to come back to visit US.
We’ll see.
She has not gone yet, and even when she IS gone, she’ll never be forgotten…
I certainly won’t forget…
Oh, Loulou, you should have graced the party with your beautiful purresence and used your tuxie-tude to give them a piece of your mind!
May I kiss your paw? (Bows Gallantly)
Sheriff Rosco P. Catrane, Age 9
The Feline Contingent
Well, Mr. Sheriff Rosco P. Catrane–is that a name or WHAT? You may kiss my paw anytime. My own paw does every now and then, haha, when he’s not presiding over his harem.
Thanks for your support.
Loulou
Your papa sounds like a nice man. It’s always hard when a good friend moves away. She will always be in your heart, no matter how far away she moves.
And she will come back here, I promise you, even if she IS a doggy person. She likes me, I know it, because I call her Auntie Lala.