Well, not exactly in MY pants but running around all over mama’s office and even on her desk and up the walls and she is convinced that one got into her dress and was moving up and down her body so there she was, slapping at herself and chanting “Ohmmmmmm” because our neighbor, who is mama’s spiritual guru sometimes, said that someone told HER that if you kill an ant, you should chant “Ohmmmmmm” and then the little innocent ant goes on to another better life so mama is sort of stuck, like a record, on this “Ohmmmmm” thing right now.
Then she borrowed ant traps from the same neighbor and then I heard her talking with Gabriella, papa’s ex who mama adores and she said to cut lemons and place them around the area and so mama went outside in the rain and got lemons (bien sûr we have enough of those!) and put them all around the room and this morning there were no ants, just a little ant graveyard spread over the floor of mama’s office. So I guess something worked.
They show up when it rains. Mama has to start observing me more closely because another friend told mama that if I sleep on my back with my head turned upward, it will rain, but if I sleep on my tummy with my head turned on its side, the weather will be sunny and nice.
This is the same friend who says put your arms above your head for nosebleeds and sleep with cat fur for arthritis (remember that one?), so mama is peering at me when I sleep now to know what the weather will be!
We kitties are SO useful, n’est-ce pas?
But you won’t ever find me stomping on ants, no way, Jose.
Loulou — you are such a sweet kitty!
Well, thank you, but maybe you should kitty-sit me once–you might change your mind.