Hi! My name’s Bad Bad Dog. What’s yours? Sometimes I get a bit of yogurt when papa finishes his really good ones, because I could care less about that zero-fat, unflavored stuff and want only a finger of the sweet ones. And there’s another thing we can’t have: sugar! Or the really bad one, chocolate, which I seriously crave every...
Read MoreGrammar and Grace
Remember what I said about kitties being clichés. I become a humongous cliché when sleeping (and dreaming, because oh, do I do that!) or waking in the morning to turn into the most adorable feed-me kitty you will ever see. And an even bigger cliché when I do my toilette—I call it kitty yoga because you have to get your paws in places that certainly...
Read MoreThinking About Things
Thinking about all the things I hear in this house, the past stories of how these two met and disrupted lives by falling in love and then acquired new lives with other families and then were disrupted again by part of the new family and then, when they least expected the events to come, began a business in their mid-fifties and found that they...
Read MoreGood Hearted People
Let’s talk about good-hearted people I love my papa, because he is one of the straightest shooters I know. A humanitarian if ever there was one (and that rat—see Rat On—I told you about before is probably rat back on that terrace terrorizing the owner, who moved back into her house (early—we had a lease but…) under the guise of necessity (who can...
Read MoreFamilies are Folles
I want to talk about snuggling and hugging and sleeping with humans, one of the sweetest pastimes one can have, as a kitty. I have adopted the lifestyle of my mama and papa and it works for me. Before, I was a wild thing, jumping around and meowing whenever I pleased, for no reason other than that I wanted something and by god, I was going to have it and,...
Read MoreOn Food and Eating
Frankly, I could care less about hunting. I’m not really a pouncer—I’m more of a sit-and-ponder-the universe sort of kitty and for the thinking I do, especially about this nutty family, one needs lots of rest. And leftover turkey, such as what I got at last year’s Thanksgiving. And malt paste. That stuff may be what could be called...
Read MoreTwo to Tango
On couples and families, real and created: I observe, from my altitude-impaired height, that humans are often caught up in the daily doing of errands, house-repair, clothes-mending, wood-gathering (also wool-gathering, but they don’t do much of that any longer), refrigerator-cleaning, weed-pulling, cleaning-pickups of life and so would benefit from a...
Read MoreNo Smoking
This coming summer and fall, so many people (read: visitors) are coming this way (read: France) or that way, meaning Rome, and I just know we’ll be going back and forth, back and forth between cities. I’m carsick (make that catsick) just thinking about it, but actually, I do pretty well in the travel area and I’ve never been carsick,...
Read MoreSame Kitty Marriage, YES!
Today I have my claws out!!! I read over mama’s shoulder in the Independent, our little but wonderful newspaper, that in Paris, 300,000 (some papers say 1,000,000! Can you believe it?) were in the street protesting gay marriage, same-sex marriage, whatever one wishes to call it, and I am FURIOUS, especially the FUR part! My hairs are standing...
Read MoreClichés Kitties
As I mentioned in another post, kitties are the worst cliché around. They behave so much like kitties that you could never mistake a cat for, say, a rhinoceros, or a lizard or even a small rodent, although mama’s best friend from the ’60s, whenever that was, sent her a magazine on cats and on the cover was one ugly dude! I don’t think...
Read MoreRat on, honey…
In Rome, I have a stretching post but I only like the one in France and so I stretch wherever I can find something tall and really get into it so my manicure stays fresh and useful so that I can tear the throat out of anything that just might come my way, even in an apartment in Rome on the third floor. Aren’t there any rats left in this ancient...
Read MoreLou Lou Finds an Easter Costume
Well, mama is certainly not cookin’ rabbit this time. She did that one Easter (with Marsala and pine nuts–yum, yum, my favorite) and some of the guests wouldn’t eat it! Out came a jar of peanut butter. “Ok, you guys,” have a great lunch,” she said. That’s like the time she made sweetbreads with pasta, Animelle alla...
Read MoreA Day in the Life…
When I’m rowdy, sometimes, mama hums to me because a friend of hers who used to be an opera singer said that you have to hum as you get older so as not to lose your voice and mama had a pretty passable voice years ago, I hear, and sang in choirs and sang solos in church (knees shaking) and sang in a trio of teen-agers at those dances they used to...
Read MoreBird Brains
I’m sitting up here on my lookout perch near mama’s desk drooling over the birds she feeds in the morning, sort of a TV set for me really because I’m not into hunting much but I loving watching those birdbrains and imagining tearing their throats out. I can’t go out until they’ve stuff their little gullets, but I chatter away...
Read MoreEx-Pat-ty-Paws
Speaking of dumb kitties (see cat who allows Spay Suit to be put on self)—when mama was trying to get me to use the potty like humans, I saw a (pretty dishy) Siamese in a how-to video who actually went pee-pee on the john and then pulled all of the toilet paper off the roll trying to cover up the smell, as we do, and he stuffed it all in the john...
Read MoreTalking Turkey
All day long I hear all these words, words, words, and I glean from them (another of my favorites—sounds like glow and clean run together, which is what I do most of the day—not run together, that is, but sort of shine and groom), I actually feel a kind of osmosis of language like sound waves all around my little black and white body and I go in an out of...
Read MoreJosé a.k.a. Adela, my Cuban heroine!
This ungodly wind is still blowing my fur in the wrong direction, so I’m reading the IHT and find myself cheering for Adela, otherwise known as José Augustín Hernández, a transsexual who has just been elected to an office in Cuba! Being gay in Cuba is not easy. I know that because mama and papa took a trip when they sold their bakery and went...
Read MoreHabemus Papam
Waiting for white smoke… This wind could straighten your hair! I went outside for my usual morning surveillance of my garden, but boy, I was pushing on the kitchen door with all four paws (not an easy feat, make that ‘feet’, haha) and I’m not going out there until spring. Well, maybe a little before that. When we’re in Rome, I...
Read MoreLovey-Dovely
So I’m what you might call an un-cool cat in some respects, but I’m so cool in other ways that they probably balance out. For instance, I do not beg at the table. No way, no how because I’m trained to eat breakfast and dinner and that’s it. I eat when my mama and papa eat (note I do not say owners because a cat is never, never owned...
Read MoreSomething Fishy
Uh, oh, mama is cookin’ that fish that showed up eons ago in Scandinavia in such quantities that they had to figure out lots of ways to preserve it and so dried it, salted it, ate it fresh and in short, became addicted to what is known here as morue and stoccafissa and baccalá in Italy and all sorts of other names wherever it is eaten and I am...
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