(NO TRIPE!!!) You know, it’s true that I may be a finicky eater and I’m a bit embarrassed about that because mama says that anthro kids who are picky are that way because their anthro parents didn’t insist that they taste everything and then ask them to think about whether they really like it or dislike it or are just being difficult....
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(A wonderful hand-made instrument) Mama thought it might be nice to put more photos of Cuba on my blog, so that anyone who hasn’t been yet might be tempted to go as soon as possible before someone comes in to change the whole place (probably getting rid of the kitties, too!) into a giant night club with Cuban “hostesses”—in short, exploit...
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Mama and papa were really fortunate to go to Cuba a few years ago (alone, because the tour they had to be part of to enter Cuba was cancelled at the last minute and they still had their ID so just went!). Mama says it is a country full of educated, kind, outgoing and generous people, and it’s not easy to be generous when you have nothing. They...
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(What if I can’t get back up on all fours?) (What if they never play the String Game with me again ?) Well, papa and his daughter, mama’s stepdaughter appear to be on the mend after long months of what ifs. I call them that because they describe most anxiety, as in “what if they don’t feed me today” or...
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I am going to speak for myself here, not with any medical knowledge or any knowledge whatsoever of whether it is healthy to let my mama and papa sleep with me or insist that they go into another room and find a place to sleep that does not disturb my very important slumber on my down comforter on top of the double bed in the bedroom. Okay, okay, their...
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Mama says that when she goes to the open market, she is in a cook’s heaven. Here in Rome the open market is in the Campo de’ Fiori, which sometimes I hear her call “my Gelson’s”, a very snazzy supermarket in Los Angeles where mama and papa used to sell their bread. The “field of flowers” is now a field of...
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(My Listening-To-Music Pose) Uh, oh, I hear the door opening—click, click—now it’s closing and mama and papa have abandoned me yet again to go in giro as they say here, which means out to do errands, shopping, appointments and so on. While I lie here under the couch trying to keep cool and wishing I had more company and someone to play with. BUT…I...
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Grrrrrr……. Oh, boy, am I on an upside down kitty litter box today!! Mama read me about that dentist, James Knight (an oxymoron if there ever was one–knights are gallant, no?) who fired his dental assistant, Melissa Nelson, because she was too beautiful and he was afraid he might have an affair with her, thus jeopardizing his...
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I am not honoring Mother’s Day, that thing anthros do to celebrate having a mama, which is fine in itself because I know that my mama loved her mama dearly and misses her every day, or at least tells me so and I listen, but today is mama’s day in other ways. As in being born. And if I didn’t have a mama, I would miss having one alot, but...
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WHAT’S THAT??? You know, cats worry. Maybe they don’t knit their little hairy brows or strike worry poses, but they do feel anxiety about certain things. I, right now, for example, am distraught that the temperature outside today was about 90 and for a creature who is permanently in a fur coat, that’s hot. We kitties cannot go to the hair...
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Everyone is worried about me because I’m lethargic. And why not? Don’t lions sleep all day in Africa and hunt at night? Not that I hunt, but it’s hotter here than a chili pepper, whatever that is, and I’ve found a great place under the couch where I am in the dark and cool and can sleep the day away. Mama went online and found that...
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I’m not sure I even want to read over mama’s shoulder anymore, not with the news of yesterday and today—a horrendous anti-abortion law in Texas (where mama is from but she has nothing to do with that kind of thinking or legislation!) and now the ‘not guilty’ decision for Zimmerman who did, indeed, shoot an unarmed teenager but was...
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Today, mama was too much in tears to help me say what I wish to say, but after having listened to the speech of 16-year-old Malala Yusafzai with mama, I think that it would be best for anyone reading my blog today to listen to her beautiful words and know that all of us females, everywhere, be we anthros or kitties or doggies or anything female, will stand...
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Mama and papa are often sent visitors from their friends in LA but this time they hit the friends-pot! Those two smart, laughing ladies who came over here for dinner were so, so nice and petted me and cooed over me and even showed me a photo of a big old cat belonging to one of them and I said to myself, “That big old cat and I could be real friends...
Read More(I coulda been a contendah..) Oh, boy, now this I like! The Swedish people are trying to establish that couples should share the work of the house and children equally, and that it should not be a given that the female anthro is needed more than the male anthro, the mama over the papa. I think this is hunky dory, especially since male anthros are just as...
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I remember mama…I think. I have kitty memories. Memories of rejection, of being on streets I did not know, of having to find food, fend off other kitties, fight for my survival. But I also have other sweet memories of finding a welcoming dish of tuna, of a soft voice calling, “Kitty, kitty, kitty. Come here little cutie poo, I won’t hurt...
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Two very different men… I was looking at the Herald this morning with mama and saw the anguish on the faces of those visiting the morgue after another 50 people are dead in Cairo. A time for kitty tears because what is happening is that the army is being accused of the deaths and the army is saying, “We were being shot at–what did you...
Read MoreYou know, I am a literate kitty in that I read, read, read and my step-brother, Simon, papa’s son, is one of the editors of a magazine in Italy called Internazionale, which mama brought home this morning and on the cover is a canoe with two men in it—sort of like ‘rubadubdub, two men in a tub’ but it could just as well been two women...
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You feel really good! No, it’s MY turn! Oh, this is so, so sweet. One of my cousins, a cheetah at the San Diego Zoo, with whom I have been corresponding, has started writing more than just , “Dear Loulou, how are you? I am fine.” The letters now are outgoing, vivacious (love that word—it’s so ME), and full of chatter about the new...
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(They say that’s Felix, but it’s actually a Loulou lookalike…haha) I was watching mama’s morning ritual, and it occurred to me that after a nice breakfast with papa (mine is cod, salmon, or trout en gelée from that box with my picture on it), she heads straight for the computer (that is, if she is not making a focaccia to be ready...
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