Hey, was that the telephone for me?
I thought I heard the phone ring a minute ago and I was so excited. Sometimes when mama is away, she’ll call and leave a message on the answering machine and I hear her voice and get all excited except then I go looking all around the house and can’t find the body to go with it!
So she calls and says, “Loulou, Loulou, Loulou (about a dozen times!), are you there?” Of course I’m here, where would I be, for goodness sake–taking the waters in Baden Baden? And then she says, “Loulou, Loulou, Loulou (I think she just likes to say my name), we miss you SOOOOOO much and wish you were here with us and I hope you are having a good time with Sue and that you get to run in the garden a lot (zzzzzzzzz, that’s what I’m doing) and I hope you are missing us even though you are happy with Sue and other friends who drop in.” WHAT friends? So who comes around here to pet and cuddle me and why don’t I know about them? Am I asleep when they come? Hmmm…I think that’s probably the reason I’m in the dark about “all those friends”…
So on and on goes the telephone call and mama tells me her life story and sends me cuddle sounds and kitty kisses and I’m thinking, “These anthros–after all these years and all these things they say to us and all those ‘kitty, kitty’ callings to breakfast lunch and dinner, do you know what we cats HEAR???
“Kitty, kitty, blah, blah, blah, blah, kitty, kitty, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah”…and so on.
Actually I stole that from a New Yorker cartoon that mama has on the fridge, so I’ll admit to being a plagiarist right now but I did think that was funny, and I like a good laugh EXPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE BEEN ABANDONED! I mean, who is going to entertain me, after all?
So to get back to the phone ringing–it wasn’t mama.
And I’ll have to admit, I was a little sad about that…
Maybe if I cry a little, she’ll call tomorrow…
It must be nice to hear your mom’s voice and know she’s thinking of you.
Poor Loulou! I shall purr out messages of support to you as you plan a grand snubbing of your Mama upon her return.
Practice milking the abandonment before they return!
Luff
Mungo
Mungo, my friend, thank you for the milktoof website and your kind offers of how to keep my teeth sharp and READY for the return!!! Not that I would EVER bite mama or papa. I’m not a biting cat because they stopped that long ago with only a hand signal that said, “No, no Loulou, we don’t bite.”
I guess I’m just not a biter unless someone requires it, heh, heh.