Posted by Loulou on Aug 7, 2014 | 6 comments

   She’s in there somewhere… Well, I’m glad mama didn’t take me along but all of those crazy kids and anthros and anthro kids went go-karting, whatever THAT is, and I said to mama, “Are you sure you want to do that (I didn’t say, “at your age”, but I would never be so impolite) and she looked askance...

Posted by Loulou on Aug 5, 2014 | 6 comments

See those little nibbles around the edge? That’s ALL I DID!!! No biggie… OH, BOY AM I IN HOT WATER!!! Mama was on the other computer, blithely clicking away at her article for The American Magazine, letting her creative thoughts run rampant, and this, just after having gotten out two little STEAKS for dinner since papa has not had meat at all...

Posted by Loulou on Aug 4, 2014 | 2 comments

I hope mama likes this merlot I poured for her…she’s gonna need it! Oh, boy, am I going to rib mama. She said, when she figured out how many of the family were non-fish eaters, vegetarians, reformed vegans, non-meat eaters, non-hot-pepper eaters and possibly lactose-intolerant, she said, “Look, Loulou, I can cook for a dozen different...

Posted by Loulou on Aug 3, 2014 | 2 comments

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain… No, it’s not a misspelling…I can actually spell although papa finds all sort of typos in my blogs and it’s because I go so fast with these little paws and try to get something interesting for anthros (and kitties) to read but the wonderful smell of my chicken/tuna/plaice/whitefish or whatever dinner...

Posted by Loulou on Aug 2, 2014 | 2 comments

Well, one of those grandkids ambushed me to help in the kitchen…so here I go. Oh, I’m so sorry but tonight I have to help mama with the focaccia and the pasta and the torta di ricotta and pour everyone’s vino and so I’m taking a little break from the computer. (Aside from the fact that possibly four adolescents will be here soon...

Posted by Loulou on Aug 1, 2014 | 2 comments

Last year there were four times this many!!! Well, that’s mama, for sure. She’s out there because it’s August and the blackberries are popping out all over the place but you have to get to them fast, mama says, before everyone and his mother strips the bushes! And that’s why you go alone. Unless someone is watching you with binocs,...