FIE on little grand-anthros (well, not the one with the nose out of joint). They’re making MY nose out joint!
Well, the little darling who has replaced ME in mama’s affection is doing well and getting those things OUT of his little nose on Monday and then he has to heal before diving in the sea.
All is well.
Other news is that while I am still figuring out to wreak havoc before THEY return, which is too soon if you ask me, I am actually feeling a bit nostalgic about NOT being in Italy. A kind blogger sent me the Puffin chronicles of a French kitty who writes THOSE who go off to Paris and leave Puffiin behind, and it’s wonderfully written in French and English. As in “Pourquoi je ne peut pas go to Rome, mama? Why am I left behind forager pour affections seule?” Why can’t I go to Rome and why am I left behind to search for snuggles? Thank you, Mary, for alerting me to that cute blog, which I have lost somewhere in this melee. Could I possibly get the Puffin blog again?
But sometimes I have enough trouble with writing French since mama was DUMB enough not to get a FRENCH keyboard for me upon which to WRITE. DUH.
I can’t type on this thing…it’s a QUERTY, whatever THAT is! Je voudrais a FRENCH one!
Still, things are jumping around here. On the 14th Juillet there will be fireworks galore over our little bay and I shall take photos of all, even whilst having ear plugs in my delicate aural extensions to stave off complete deafness! The French really go at it on the 14th, but I don’t see any barbeque in my future, haha. Maybe a little brie and baguette, that would do. With a bit of liver spread on it. WHERE ARE THEY?
My Furry Godmother may not know that liver part!!!
The 14th is coming……..
You are a lil’ firework yourself, Loulou. I sept through the fireworks we had here on the Fourth, but that’s a kitty’s purr-ogative, right? Tee hee hee. Hmm… I’ll have to check out the Puffin Chronicles, ’cause it sounds cute. But you are still my chat français préféré.
Beh, merci, mme Valentine. Et toi aussi!!!
We hope the fireworks aren’t as noisy as there are here on the 4th of July.
THEY ARE LOUD and cover the whole sky. I hide.
We are going to be in Paris on the 25th!
Have a super Sunday…
Noodle and crew
Oh, wonderful. We’re way far south near the Spanish border, but Paris will be wonderful in summer.
Ah Loulou, que de soucis.
You sound quite “remontée”: wrong keyboard, no barbeque in sight, etc.
As for the 14th July, we French are utterly stupid. We celebrate a so-called revolution when in fact we should be starting a real one.
Aïe aïe aïe ! Your Mama will not like that.
Hey, it is the US of A that needs a revolution–marching for decency, kindness, compassion, morality, thoughtfulness, empathy, and factual NEWS from some stations I won’t mention…need I go on
How wrong you are about France…
I suspect you are as ill-informed about France as I am about America.
What on earth did I say about France? I was talking about he USA! I live in France, all my friends are French, don’t know what you are referring to.
I thought you were saying that the French had no reason whatsoever to make a revolution. Apparently, I was mistaken. Sorry for this.
Although you and I have quite different opinions, politically speaking, I daresay we are “dans le même bateau”. This world is getting crazy.
Now, about your French friends, maybe they share your own views, which I gather are not mine. I do think Mr Macron is not the president we need. He is famous for his “en même temps” which comes down to pleasing both the left wing and the right wing. This man is not sincere. What did you think of his little Fête de la Musique ?
For me and many French, C’EST UNE HONTE.
I feel sorry because this LOULOU blog is not meant for political debates. Maybe I ought to cancel my subscription. I think I will.
Personally, I don’t like political debates at all. But my blog sometimes takes me into political areas when I see children separated from their parents…little things like that. And it’s your choice.
Wow – Louou, I love that frenglish cat-speak!! Mama has a french keyboard, but je suis maladroite and would mangle les trucs like you wouldn’t believe!! So I have to dictate and mama writes…….but I’d rather she didn’t know some of our complots. OK. I’ll stop. Well the nose looks fabu – but probably still hurts a bit. We will not go to watch the fireworks in Nice this year since the memory of the narrowly-missed terrorist attack is still in mama’s head. Don’t know what that was but Papa calls me “la terreur de Rue Gounod”. Because I am so féroce. OK, I’ll stop, really……..
Oh, yes, yes, My, you are soooooo ferocious!!! Why, the passers-by quake in their boots when they see you storming toward them in your little poucette. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? I would rename you Tuo, because you’re everyone’s doggy. Get it? MYA=MIA TUO=YOURS…aw, fuggitaboutit.
Oh, so we just celebrated the 4th and you’re preparing to celebrate the 14th. We hope the new quiet fireworks will be used so the animals aren’t panicked. We are terrified of the noise!
Glad the grandson is healing.
Thank you. They always move the donkeys to a quiet place when the 14th approaches. As for me…it’s pretty quiet at our house as another street blocks the noise but I can always hold two lemon halves to my ears, no?
Mom was in Paris on bastille Day in 1965. Pretty cool. That is a fabulous photo with the fireworks, and may we say, Loulou…that tongue-out photo is tres manifique. XOCK, angel Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo, Cooper Murphy and Sawyer
I guess it’s best to catch someone with her tongue out instead of her pants down, hahahahahaha
I have emailed your Mama the link, but I think Puffin lives in the US, despite speaking fluent French. (or maybe not so fluent, since I don’t know much French.)
Glad the grand-anthro is having his nose freed. (Noses are notoriously hard to splint, as you may imagine.)
Well, mama made the BIG mistake of looking on Google at what they do. After papa used the smelling salts, whatever they are, she came to…