Posted by Loulou on Jun 5, 2016 | 14 comments

One of the times there are tourists! They are waiting for a ride in one of the boats.

As you know, we live in a tiny village where half the world seems to show up for four months and then there is no one. No one on the streets, no on in the bars or restaurants, just the locals hanging around getting over the onslaught of tourists from all over — England, Ireland, Germany, and of course, a lot of French families who didn’t even know our little village existed until some years ago. Mama and papa say that they were the first Americans to hit town, along with a man and his wife who had lived there before us and another couple, painters, who are still here even now.

A little corner of our ville.

He’s a good painter, from California, and his wife is really nice with a wonderfully long pigtail and smiles a hello but they don’t really mix. I think that’s a trait of ex-pats sometimes, just like kitties who don’t really want to brush up against other kitties but prefer their solitary and free from social pressure lives. If you think about it, when you go to another country to learn the language, the culture, the ins and outs of the society, it is specifically for the difference that you go for.  At least some do. 

Lots of people could travel but there are lots who also just want stay home (mama, sometimes) and go to the mall or just do the things that they’ve done for years that make them happy. But we wild and adventuresome kitties stick our noses into everything, and I think that as a kitty, when you can travel, that’s what you do. I ‘m assimilated, for example, into French and Italian life and I’m even picking up a bit of English from mama and papa.

‘No’, for example is a lot like ‘non, non’ and I learned that one really fast during the days that I was first in my new home and starting howling for breakfast early in the morning and jumping on the bed to get those guys to wake up and feed me. “Non, non, Loulou,” they would say, “Lie down,” and finally I did and it was nice just lying there getting rubbed and waiting a little bit longer for my food. 

Haha, surprise, you two.  I  CAN SPEAK FRENCH! 

Now when mama and papa start to pack up and go traveling somewhere, I say, “NON, NON” but they don’t listen.  Maybe they don’t know the language as well as I do.

Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyaaaah, nyah!