Well, they look (ed?) like this, except without a blue stone… A difficult day around here. Mama has lost a necklace she has had for over 50 years and her aunt Elizabeth probably had them for another fifty years before that, and it wasn’t really a necklace but instead, earrings that mama had put on a thin chain after having broken off the...
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Paws de deux…. Well, I guess you know what THAT means? No? No one else does either, but it sounded sort of cute and I thought of it when mama was telling me about The Sleeping Beauty ballet and how all those anthros jeter around and pirouette and go en paw (make points on their tippy toes) in those strange shoes that lace around their ankles and make...
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This is NOT Amelia, but it looks very much like her. Maybe she’ll allow a photo next time… Mama went out today and encountered Amelia, the homeless lady who sleeps on the steps of a de-frocked church (as papa calls it) near where we stay. Amelia is amazing. She greets (mama noticed) all of the good-looking businessmen who are on their way to...
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%$#!!*!(!) So sorry to miss my blog, all of you kind readers out there. That paperweight that sits on my desk attempting to process my thoughts each day was OUT OF COMMISSION. A giant slug had invaded its inner workings and every paw-tap I made took about a gazillion minutes to register on the screen! Let us hope that today brings a FIX. Of the...
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Today is Memorial Day, mama says. Mama’s brother was in Vietnam and was affected by agent orange, but it would take a good deal more than that to make a change in that man’s. rain, mama says, because he is so, so smart and remembers every little detail of every little thing. But he was surely affected in some way. Everyone was by that...
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Well, mama came back from an Andy Warhol show with very new respect for that kooky, quiet, strange shadow-man (who loved kitties, as I mentioned recently) and his myriad works of art. You have to respect a guy who just painted “what I knew best”, as he says in a film. And he ate the same thing, over and over, for years, which was...
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Mama gave papa tomatoes once…they matter! I was thinking. Mama and papa always run into a snag when a birthday comes around or holidays or anniversaries and they are always saying to one another, “I just don’t need anything at all. Just a little dinner together would be perfect—no presents, just YOU.” And I also understand that...
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Well, if this isn’t happy, I don’t know what is! Oh, boy, mama has gone and put her paintings online but I don’t think she really wants to part with them but then again, maybe if she parted with one, she’d just paint another one. Papa wants her to keep everything she has painted over the last months and it’s very hard for her,...
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Is it perhaps that I don’t travel as well as I used to? Am I getting old at 3 years old? Oh, boy. I’m under the bed right now just looking out with my kitty-kiss eyes at mama who is attempting to rub my tummy and cajole me into coming out to EXERCISE. Just what I want to do on an 83-degree day after a little kibble. I’m even eating...
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(thank you, robinphillipsblogspot.com) An ex-professor/chair at a prestigious university sent mama an email the other day. It was a notice to professors at Oberlin containing all of the ‘suggested’ rules they should follow in the classroom so as not to ‘trigger’ unwanted emotions in students. (Oberlin has since backed down on some.)...
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Mama was very moved this morning by a beautifully written article that popped up on AOL (along with the T and A dreck that normally pops up!), written by a mother of four sons. “Boys will be girly” is a must-read for every parent, and not only those with little anthros who wish to wear clothes of the opposite gender or little boys who want...
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(They are singing in English, thank heaven, or I’d be one lost kitty…) Mama and papa are going to Jesus Christ Superstar with papa’s son’s family, and if I’m not mistaken, that’s a musical from about a gazillion years ago, right? The charming thing is that the original JC is going to be in it, Ted Neeley, and I have to...
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Well, it’s spring and Rome is filled with visitors. Just like the days of the canonization out there, it seems as I gaze from my balcony. I don’t know if I like a city so full. I’m a small town kitty and love my peace and quiet, and now I wake up to cars, taxis, horns blaring because someone has parked across a drive or doorway,...
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Okay, okay…but just ONE....
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Mama asks the question: How can a civilization whose past was dominated by a torrid, sexy, intelligent, wild and crazy queen called—guess who: CLEOPATRA—now crack down on one of Egypt’s most appealing traditions—BELLY DANCING? Okay, call it ‘oriental dancing’, but whatever you call it, it’s an art and not every woman in the world...
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What am I doing in here anyway? I’m a bit wee-wah right now… Wouldn’t you get in the closet if someone put you on a ship that goes woo-woo in the night? Well, this time, mama found some magic drops that she puts on the back of my neck and guess what…they work. Made by Beaphar, they are they’re better than Xanax, haha. ...
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Uh, oh, only two left! Mama eats these oatcakes, which she really loves, for breakfast, even more than the authentic Scottish ones, which are pretty good but they don’t have the secret ingredient of homemade ones. Personally, I don’t need oatcakes, if you get my drift. I get my fodder in kibble but mama says kibble is not really that good...
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Uh, oh, it’s that time again. Down to the sea in ships, or for me, down to the sea in dips, because that’s what that big woo-woo machine does all night long when the water is a bit…iffy. Supposedly, this time, it’s not so bad out there on the waters, and I always have my closet to slink into and meditate about when that thing is...
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Mama and guess who? Well, mama is child-free, but she does have ME. That’s saying something. So here’s a picture of mama and me—we don’t have many, I just realized, which means that papa needs to get in here and take some shots. I just hope that all mothers out there are as good to their kids as the mamas I know who have kitties and take...
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Soothing soup Mama wrote something that she wanted to put on this blog and I said no, no, it’s too long and no one will want to read it because everyone is used to my short ruminations on the condition of anthro-kind and kitty-kind but she insisted and so I said, okay, okay you can put it on but don’t blame me if no one reads it. It’s...
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