(My reflection pose…)
I don’t know why—maybe it was because mama took me into her atelier this morning and I wandered around some of the paintings and saw some drawings that she had made in California even though they were not of ME but some other kitties she knew then, and I got sort of nostalgic for those nice people I never met on that Lane where she lived and then I started thinking about her really nice ex-sister-in-law who, even though she is a doggie person, still esteems and loves me, I just know it, and her lively, smart, kind partner who plays beautiful music all throughout their life together and then I thought about the kitties who came before me and were lost through the last of their nine lives and I never knew them either but I’m sure we could have worked something out, as in “let’s play Cleopatra—I’ll be Cleopatra and you be the maid” (which is something mama actually said to her best friend one day in Berkeley long ago when she was another person–can you believe it?– mama can’t…), and then I watched from the window of the studio seeing all the vacationers changing over on Saturdays, as they do here, all the brown, suntanned ones going out with their luggage and all the white ones coming in and I realized that the summer is really almost over and the light is changing and all those friends in California are going about their end-of-the-summer activities just as we are and all of us are noticing the distance between us and just how big it is when one is a bit nostalgic, and then I said, “Loulou, get a hold of yourself and make this day something special right now in the present and make mama get out in her garden and throw some compost around and push papa into taking carrots to those no-good-bum donkeys they ooh and ahh over
and then you, Loulou, get your act together and do some serious thinking about how nice it is to have friends all over the world that you love and remember often and talk about and think about how some of them are just about to visit you and snuggle you and admire your shiny coat and seductive grin.” And when I said that to myself, I felt a lot better, but it also coincided with mama clicking for me in the kitchen, which means….
FOOD.
So that’s what I thought today.
Tomorrow I’ll get myself together and not be so maudlin, but as I mentioned in another blog, nostalgia is sometimes a healer.
(And I don’t mean like a dumb doggie who stops in his tracks when his anthro tells him to, no way.)
Aaah, autumn, sometimes it is good to reflect upon warm, golden things past, like roast chicken or lemon sole in butter or is that us dreaming? Who can tell?
Autumn is good for rustly, dried up old leaves, good to chase and pounce on. This amuses apes no end and jolts them out of any slightly maudlin moments.
Our ape adores those donkeys. She says give them some carrots from her please.
The light is slightly harder today in the UK, a sure sign that autumn will soon follow
Gerry & Mungo