Do kitties dream? Well, I certainly do. Mama says that when I snuggle up between her knees, sinking down into the wonderful comforter that’s on the bed (the same one I use for the String Game—hide the string under the comforter, then pull it slowly and I go bananas chasing that thing because it sharpens and hones my killer instincts or rather,...
Read MoreHere in Roma after three days of pondering the problems of the world, I’m on my new couch (note the use of ‘my’), still languishing a bit from both hunger and seasickness because I’m still on a diet, a regime in French…but whatever language one uses, I’m starving (well, a little bit hungry) just because when you follow...
Read MoreYou won’t believe this, but this morning I was reading over mama’s shoulder about ice that was hundreds of years in the making is melting in only twenty five years, and then I read that because of the severe weather changes in the 1787 to 1789 in France, there was not enough food produced by afflicted farmers to go around and so the people...
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Above: Pepper for cacio pepe There are too many new ristoranti in Rome that don’t know a pizza from a piazza. I remember when we used to come here, mama and papa would bring me tidbits of this or that—bistecca alla Fiorentina, for example—or mama would get inspired (as she is daily) to make pasta fresca with a sauce of porcini or artichokes or even...
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We’re on the third floor here in Rome and I think I have vertigo. Mama held me up to the window very gently (I wanted DOWN) because she thinks I’m bored/depressed/lethargic/preoccupied/off my feed or any combination therein because I do not have a GARDEN here. Now a garden is a great thing, especially in April when mama is out there watching...
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(I always wash before scratching….) Cat scratches can be scary as all get out. Which brings me to manners. My mama and papa have taught me that manners work for me, not against me. Just like people’s manners. When I first sidled up to the patio door and mama spotted me skulking around the garden and looking interested, I had no idea I would end...
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I’ve been patiently staring at mama and papa with my big round eyes, ready for the hunt, which could be disconcerting to mama but she never seems to think it’s out of the ordinary for a kitty to stare when she’s hungry and besides, there was a little incident some months ago that sharpened mama’s reactions to a nervous, hungry...
Read MoreMuch as I love both my countries, there are some things that just don’t make sense to me. One is that some people don’t believe in fixing their animals and so those animals just do it when they please, insinuating themselves into others’ lives and leaving puppies or kittens behind that have to be dealt with. I will say that if that...
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A little Rome story: On the subject of food. Mama and papa are what you might call buone forchette, which actually means you’re a gourmand, which means sort of a pig about food, but they are not gourmands, they are just people who really like food and mama has cooked since she was born practically. I can just see her—a little day-old baby shaking her...
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Not feeling too well…. Well, we got to Rome and now I have no garden, but I can gaze out the Doria Pamphili gallery and maybe one day they’ll take me there to see the kitties in all those paintings (there is always a kitty somewhere, next to a cardinal or some lady-in-waiting; and what’s she waiting for anyway—kitties slinking around the...
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Uh, oh, we are on the way to that other place where that guy fiddled while the city burned. Our cleaning person there, Tanya, a very, very nice lady from Ukraine, marvels at me every Tuesday and Friday when she comes to terrorize me with that contraption that sucks things off the floor. Signora Susanna, she says, you mean you can leave out this chicken...
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My departed friend, Fiat, about to get scratched! I’m so curious: What’s God or The Creator or all those other names in so many, many religions? I hear humans talk about god this and god that and I know there is god for many, many people but if there is such a thing for kitties, it has whiskers and loves to be scratched. I suppose humans need...
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