DARYL WAITING FOR WALK….
Well, I was babysat upon while those two anthros of mine went to Marseille, met a Jack Russell, and probably saw more fish than I’d find in cat heaven and now they’re back, weary and windblown, but cuddling me and playing games and brushing my fur and snuggling up and I’m running around like a Rat Terrier out of sheer happiness, even though I’m trying to stay aloof and look as if it didn’t matter one second that I was abandoned, ABANDONED with a kitty sitter (even if she is the best kitty sitter I’ve ever known and plays with me in the garden and tells me what a poppet I am—she’s British—but I have no idea what a poppet is except it sounds nice and so I’ll be one for her).
Mama and papa came back blown to bits by the Provence winds in that wild city, but they said that they had never met such nice people anywhere and that all those scary stories about Marseille are pretty much events that must happen in seedy parts of the city because most of the neighborhoods are trying to become culture centers and attract artists and musicians and events that will smooth out the city’s legendary rough edges.
And do you know that they said that the Arab quarter of the city was more fun than anywhere and they ate incredible couscous at La Goulette and the waiter asked mama to draw him when he saw she was doodling on her paper placemat and then he showed her sketch to everyone in the kitchen and they all made comments (which she could not hear) and everyone seemed happy and I think the check was less because she did a doodle for him but that’s not why she did it. She said he had a great face to draw, plus the food had been so, so good. I wish I had the scraps, but I’m big on doro wat, the Ethiopian chicken dish, so maybe mama will make one for me soon.
If I had been there, I would have had chicken couscous, and I would have made friends with (or torn the throat out of) the ADORABLE (mama’s words, the traitor!) Jack Russell, Daryl, who lived in the hotel. He followed mama out the door of the hotel and wanted to take a walk with her but the manager, his anthro, came out and took him back in, knowing full well that everyone in Marseille wants to pet him.
I think mama was about to dognap Daryl because even papa said he was the cutest doggie they had ever seen, but I still think we could have been friends. See Daryl above trying to charm the pants off of everyone, the little s…t!
More on Marseille later…I have to go give them a hard time about this Daryl creature.
