Posted by Loulou on May 22, 2014 | 7 comments

Is it perhaps that I don’t travel as well as I used to? Am I getting old at 3 years old? Oh, boy.

I’m under the bed right now just looking out with my kitty-kiss eyes at mama who is attempting to rub my tummy and cajole me into coming out to EXERCISE. Just what I want to do on an 83-degree day after a little kibble. I’m even eating meagerly in this weather. Or is it the weather?

Maybe it’s because mama and papa have been recovering from coughs that lasted way, way too long and now they both are full of p..s and vinegar and ready to paint the town and I’m still sort of back in languor land, lounging under the bed on mama’s baby blanket and oblivious to “Loulou, Loulou, come out and play” and then mama clicks her tongue, which means food, and even that doesn’t stir me.

I think I’m a little depressed.

I love this place and I love what I see out the window, but a garden is a garden and that’s the truth.

But you know, if I were somewhere with a garden, I might still be under a bed snoozing and just too warm to charm.

Do any of you kitties out there experience this when the seasons change?

AHH-spring fever!! It might as well be spring…”I’m as jumpy as a kitten with a string” la la la (I think I changed the lyrics a little there).

Here I am. Ms. Blob.