You know, I sit here at my computer and my paws just won’t function on some days. I start to write my brain’s musings and meanderings and then I simply go into a kind of beginning-of-warm-weather-possibly-summer daze and so not only is the page blank but so am I, lost in a kind of luxurious limbo as I gaze out on the grandeur that was/is Rome. But the copious art around here catches my attention. Mama was reading me a story about Frieda Kahlo and her terrible physical problems and her stormy marriage to Diego Rivera and the corset she had to wear to protect her damaged back and that she couldn’t have little anthros and that Diego ran around on her all the time (but she had her share of peccadillos, too) and yet…she painted like a madwoman and is now in a huge show here in Rome that mama is going to see tomorrow. She also painted herself a lot, as mama does, because she didn’t have models, plus she said that she knew herself better than anyone else.  Makes sense.

(I love the birds…)

I’d love to see these shows—there is that guy named Warhol here, too, whom I like a lot just because he was so kooky and painted cat food cans…er…I mean, soup cans and he is being celebrated here, too, just around the corner so maybe mama will take me to that one. His show might actually allow kitties to come in and look around—he was nuts about cats and named all of his cats “Sam” except for one named “Hester”, so I think they will be really happy to see me at the show, even if I’m not a Siamese… I think mama has to get her act together and start making portraits of ME instead of herself. I am far more interesting and can hold a pose longer than any dumb model!!! Oops, not you, mama. Maybe I’ll just start painting self-portraits if mama’s not going to do it. Maybe next season in Rome there will be a Loulou retrospective, haha. Loulou in the Bath, Loulou On the Grass, The Naked Loulou, Reclining Loulou, Desmoiselles d’Loulou. This guy Warhol better move over..I’m gonna need SPACE on those walls!

OKAY, I’m posing! So PAINT!