Well, I’ve been thinkin’.
Sometimes when we have company, I catch a funny look on mama’s face when no one is looking and I have deduced (whatever that means) that something has just happened that made her wince and then she comes back to normal and keeps it to herself until she’s alone with papa.
Mama says it’s no fun to be at a gathering where couples of any kind or even friends or family make digs at or tease one another or bicker over private peeves (whatever they are!) in front of everyone, and even when it’s subtle, mama spots it pretty quickly.
She was on a sailboat once with two other couples and one of the wives always answered for her husband as in Does everyone want some potato chips with their drinks and Wifey says, “Oh, he never touches potato chips” or when mama asked him if he wanted some olives and Wifey piped up “Oh, no, he doesn’t want any olives”—this, without even asking him and poor guy, he just sat there and looked miserable, trying to answer.
Well, okay, it takes two to tango. But around here if the person about whom you are speaking is right next to you, you don’t say “he” or in my case “she”, you say papa or Loulou when you talk right in front of us. Most people don’t do that but what the heck—it’s just that little civilities seem to be disappearing, as in “Loulou, would you like (read: need!) to go outside now? Or Loulou, thank you for keeping my leg so warm last night.” And around others, none of our laundry is hung out, clean or dirty!
Privacy and personal choice may be words of the past one day…
Hey, I still have them in my vocabulary. I’m choosing to snooze in a very private place!
You are very wise, LouLou.
I saw you at the Pet Parade and wanted to visit.
Oh, thank you so much. I shall visit you, too. Anyone who works with sheltering animals is okay by me!
Well, anyone having to do with shelters is okay by me. Thank you. I shall put your blogsite in my list for sure!
Yeah, who wants to see a fight at a dinner party? Or in the street, for that matter. I happen to be a calm kitty and so have no problems there. And mama and papa never get mad at ME.
Aaaaaw LouLou yous be so wight. Weez not like da aitin’ of dirty laundwy eever. Yous look just bootyful. Have a gweat nap.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Lexi
I’ll bet you guys NEVER fight, right? Thank you for your thoughts!
Looks like a good place for a nap. I am often amazed at how couples treat each other. Especially if it’s right out in public. I try to speak respectfully even if my other half is on my last nerve, which happens to the best of us. Manners are not so important anymore it seems
Manners? How do you spell that? And what a pity that kids don’t learn them from age one!!! Then they’d have less trouble later.
Don’t look now, Loulou, but the whole internet now sees your private napping spot. Guess it’s not so private now….
Oh, boy, did I goof. Guess I’ll have to choose another one and keep my muzzle closed!!!
“Privacy and personal choice may be words of the past one day”
Sometimes we think those two concepts are already near extinction.
We say it is our personal choice who we sit on, play with or bite and the matter of the missing cat biscuits is PRIVATE!
Luff
Mungo & Jet
Gee, I wonder who would even want cat biscuits…? Maybe your ape took them?
Looks like watever was said sure surprised you, Loulou. Yes, some things are better kept private.
Well, I like to see people, especially couples, enjoying themselves when they come to visit, not going at each other like …CATS! Haha
Oh Gees, Lou Lou,
And I am probably a big culprit here – please don’t tell Mama or she’ll never come again ..
As I always say – even at 78 – it’s never to late to learn a new trick, right?
The herons are still hanging out at the pool, awaiting …