Let’s talk about good-hearted people
I love my papa, because he is one of the straightest shooters I know. A humanitarian if ever there was one (and that rat—see Rat On—I told you about before is probably rat back on that terrace terrorizing the owner, who moved back into her house (early—we had a lease but…) under the guise of necessity (who can fight that-especially in Italy?) and then she went and ruined the beautiful house by cutting a large room in to two small ones and putting a room on the lovely open terrace and even if it was for her nice daughter, it screwed up the terrazza.
And I’ll bet no one in that family takes that rat back to the cloaca.
So my sweet papa is having a bit of trouble with his family right now. Not to bore you with details, but one of the family was a bit out of line with him, disrespectful, in my opinion, and now a lot of people in that family don’t speak to one another and I am, frankly, awed by the whole shebang because mama and papa just don’t have situations like this in their lives. Mama told me once that she had never, never had any rows with family members after a certain age—that is when she was grown up and moving on with her life and not relying on her mama and papa for every little thing—and even before that, people were civil with one another. And why not? You catch a whole lot more flies with honey than vinegar, my mama says. Not that I want to catch flies at all, but still….
Life is too fleeting not to have peace with those you love. Since I am an adopted kitty, I realize perhaps more than others that families are not just linked by blood but can be composed of dear friends, the butcher, baker or candlestick maker (especially the butcher!) and those bonds may be stronger than any a family could provide. It happens all the time. Besides, all cousins ain’t kissin’ types…(I don’t really say ‘ain’t’ but it fits here). And so the saga goes on. What a waste of good will.
