You know, when I left the streets for this life, I did give up a few friends out there—and they have not found nice homes yet, I’m pretty sure. But the feeling of leaving friends, especially in the summer, is very poignant (I love that word—have no idea what to do with it—maybe it’s what you feel when you eat that Hawaiian paste with your...
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Well, mama just got a letter from her very dear old friend who lived in that huge city in which I am happy I did not live because it’s a territory a bit too overwhelming for me and I’m not sure I could mark all the corners. The letter was lovely, about how her friend considers her own kitty, her miniature donkeys, her sweet laying hens, her...
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(That’s not really me with Winston Churchhill, but you get the picture.) Oh, boy, here we go. On that thing that goes rowhhhhhhhhh all night long and undulates like a tiger stalking its prey, whatever a tiger is, but I know they undulate—like me, stretching. I just hope I can keep my dinner down this time. So does mama. So does Grimaldi… This...
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Oh, boy, my daily reading was just interrupted by an email comment from Binky who lives on San Juan Island where she runs around with chickens (they are FRIENDS-can you believe it?) and eats smoked salmon and local fish all day long and I’m wondering if I’m missing something… But the thing I am missing first of all is comments from anyone. I...
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Mama and papa’s friends sometimes come through our little village, not often, but when they do, I wonder what they see? Their doctor in Los Angeles was here not long ago, and mama says that he and his wife really saw our little village and really got what it is that makes mama and papa love this place and this life so much (of course, I help...
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Naked as a jaybird (whatever that is) What is this birthday suit thing? We kitties are always in our birthday suits; it’s those anthros who don’t run around in the altogether at their birthday parties, or maybe some do….let’s hope so! Birthdays are funny. I know some anthros who really want to be remembered on their special day and then...
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I, for example, love roses… I was perusing a book review over mama’s shoulder this morning, as I often do after kibble, about a study of female anthros and their sexual behavior and whether they are as lusty as male anthros, maybe more so, and I started thinking: kitties are not exactly monogamous, when you get right down to it, but then...
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I was thinking the other day—I notice that when mama cooks a nice lunch or dinner or things for parties, papa cleans up all the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher (I tried to get in there once just after it finished and I almost burned my little furry tail off!), and when they moved to Italy and France, they would have these dinner parties with friends...
Read MoreMama says that she learned a lesson several year ago when she was traveling rough roads with her step-kid (one of them, at least; no trouble with the other whatsoever). She had been playing with her step-grandkids everyday when she saw them and loving every minute and loving them even more and as they grew and thought they all were friends and had worked...
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Well, mama and papa had a couple of heavy days–a great big (well, big, to me) party for their anthro friends’ friends and boy, were they cute!!! They tickled me under the chin and told me stories about Eartha Kitty, THEIR kitty (some time ago) and then about another kitty who liked to be draped around her owner’s...
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I was outside this afternoon when the winds began. After a morning of lovely, quiet, roll-in-the-catnip non-activity, I had my first encounter (I think in all my life) with a small cheepin’-shitter–I showed them I could actually hunt; I crouched with subtle suavetude (sometimes I just put ‘tude’ on words and it works), elongating...
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You know, when people get married, it’s really special. I wanted to be the flower cat at our friends’ wedding in Port Vendres, and do you know what they did? They are dressing up a DOGGIE and letting her do it instead. (I guess if I were getting married, a Papillon’s a good choice for flower dog–BUT I’M NOT!!!) (Mama met this...
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Wild arugula is good for the memory Mama just got an email from an old friend, JBC, a wonderful musician and singer, a writer, and best of all, a bread baker. Mama likes that, being an ex-boulangere professionelle herself and still a focaccia-forming, campagna-creating, biscuit-beating, pastry-pincher who can think of nothing more psychologically...
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I don’t know why but mama is always taking photos of my paws, mes pattes (in French), which, evidently, she thinks are just very, very charming and an integral part of my little svelte body. I do have unusual pattes–more like a rabbit (sorry, rabbits, but it’s true) and yet so like anthros. I cross them daintily when sleeping. I put them...
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(This ain’t no umbilical!) Papa thinks that mama has been more indulgent to me that she might have been even to a kid they might have had. Lots of ‘mights’ in that sentence, but they were not going to have kids. For one thing, papa had two kids already and mama used to say, “I couldn’t have done better myself, so why...
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Okay, more rose talk. But it’s for a reason. Or for next season, haha Mama says that she only wants smelly roses in her garden, and boy, there are some doozies–Sweet Love, for example, which mama bought for her and papa, signifying their, well, you know all that mooshie stuff they do all the time–and there is a really, really beautiful...
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Well, I’m looking out our windows and there is the most beautiful after-rain sky with clouds moving slowly across the dusky colors of the golden hour and the terrace where I play all morning is soaked and disgusting so I can’t go out–my paws are damp because I insisted on getting out there, even though I know mama does not like me rooting...
Read MoreYou know, people are always calling up mama and papa and I can hear them talking on the phone and they say, “I’m fine, how are you?” And then I hear, “I really don’t have any news from this end, what’s going on with you?” And then they might talk about the awful weather (which it is right now, all over Europe and...
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Mama says that some kitties actually have shrinks. That some kitties get a little ditsy or neurotic over food or stressed out over their mamas and papas leaving town and leaving them with a kitty-sitter. That some kitties really benefit from a little feline help, especially after becoming mama kitties. Well, isn’t that just like anthro mamas? Seems...
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I was in the garden last night, and there was a lot of noise down the street coming from a bunch of kid anthros who, if I know my chickens (so to speak) were crock-ohed. Meaning plastered. Meaning, in French, ivres, meaning in English, drunk. Hey, I know that kids drink. They certainly drink more than kitties, that’s for sure, and mama will only let...
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