Posted by Loulou on Nov 19, 2013 | 2 comments

Oh, boy, there’s a real interest around this domus in those things you attach to your head that make you smarter or enhance your memory or speed up your piano-playing abilities—something like that anyway.

I just wish mama and papa would wire up and remember that I am to be FED around 7pm and that those little cutsey-pootsey twists and turns I do, standing on my hind legs and putting out my little paws (with claws, mama says) on mama’s or papa’s legs to get attention paid to my dining hour are all part of the fact that they have FORGOTTEN.

Well actually, they are both pretty busy and sometimes this kitty takes second place to say, working on a cookbook or organizing photos of those no-good miniature anthros called grandkids that everyone oohs and aahs over when they should be cooing and billing over ME.

Mama got tickets to Momix, for the first time in three attempts over three years, and she was supposed to pick them up at the theatre before a certain date and all the family was tickled to go and thinking about what fun it would be—there was even another family going and those no-good four-year-olds could meet and maybe have some fun. BUT…fade out, fade in; mama woke up in the middle of the night and said, Oh, hell, I forgot to pick up the tickets and when papa called the theatre, they were GONE.

Oh, boy. Now that’s memory loss…

Not to mention the repercussions when the whole family found out that there would be no Momix (I didn’t care because there are no kitties in the show).

And then…a lovely young woman at Momix answered mama’s frantic email and said, oh, we just happen to have SEVEN tickets for you anyway, but they’re sort of toward the back.

Did anyone care??? No way, Jose. A ticket is a ticket is a ticket and this nice Elisa saved the day!

But with the memory loss going around this house, this TDC headgear is really the ticket!

HELLO, OUT THERE—— IT’S SEVEN O’CLOCK!!!

DINNER GONG!!! Oh, boy…