My ‘security blanket’…haha.
Well, the tongue thingy is still with us but I can report tomorrow on what the V-word said today when mama visits his/her office. Mama went by last week and rang the bell (the door was open) and no one showed up in the waiting room. Hmmm…not a good beginning but maybe he/she was back in the clinic doing whatever it is THEY do to us poor creatures. There may be something funny stuck on my tongue, but I don’t think so because of the malt paste. That takes everything with it, so to speak…
I’ve heard they have some pretty weird treatments for whatever it is we might have, but then again, I know from experience that our V-word is really gentle and kind and is very, very sweet to me even whilst STICKING me with my yearly magic potion!
I think that’s in a couple of months, thank heaven, not NOW.
Papa says all the time that he wishes we could talk. But what is it he thinks I’m doing when I come in and jump on his head at 6am and meow loudly that I have…er…finalized my toilette and wish to have my petit dejeuner? I talk all the time when I’m in the kitchen–don’t they KNOW what that means? Don’t they watch Simon’s Cat?
FEEEEED ME!
…er…please.
I’m sorry if you have to go in to see the V-E-T about your tongue. It seems like your tongue out is when you are deep in nap mode or relaxed mode, right?
Oh, Mom and I just luv that cartoon! Mom says I do things sometimes that remind her of Simons Cat. Do you do things that remind your momma of Simons Cat, too?
All the time! And we LOVE Simon’s talent.
We don’t think the humans really wish we could talk…because they wouldn’t want to hear what we have to say!
Oh you kitties are so funny and you’re so right.
Maybe THAT’S it – you’re just hungry!! Or if it’s teeth that need to come out – hehheh – your mama will make you wonderful fish-dishes and you’ll get that expensive kitty paté that Sassy used to LOVE!!! We’re going to Italy today – so Papa will feed me some tidbits under the table for sure. So – I relate to “feed me”!!!! Bon Courage!!
Oh, ask your mama to look for those hazelnut flour bags because chicken done in hazelnut flour is SOOOOO good. Or fish. Or mice.
My cat Capucine is a chatter-box. She and I have regular exchanges. What I do is reproduce what she is saying (to the best of my ability) and it seems to work, she looks satisfied.
And so am I.
Oh, Ralphe, if you could only hear what PAPA says I am saying…oh, boy. Sometimes mama says, Loulou, don’t sass your papa like that! I do get a bit out of hand some days…
I hope your tongue is OK LouLou.XO
Me, tooo, Ellen. Me, too. Or is is I, too?
Of course they don’t. Humans are always so busy talking over everyone else including us furries that they don’t understand anything we say. On the other hand, it could be wax in the ears.
Aha! Maybe THAT’S the culprit, whatever wax in the ears is….
LouLou, it sounded a bit as if you and Mama believed what I said about ears a quarter turn etc etc. I meant that as you would reel in a fishing line. Your ears are fine ! But a good ear scratching is never amiss !
OH, well, yes, mama scratches my ears SO, SO much and I LOVE it and push my ears against her fingers and could do it all day, but she did try to turn my ears a quarter turn, haha. Felt sort of nice.