Posted by on Oct 31, 2015 | 9 comments

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You’d think the could walk in a straight line, right? Pompanette is in the rear, trying to organize everything as usual.

Well, the donks and the mule, Pompanette, are back but heaven knows I’m not going up there to their pasture to see those creatures who only have to LOOK at mama and she melts and hands them apples and carrots and takes them food from the feed store—real food, not just whatever anyone leaves in a sack on his door for the owner of those incessantly hungry animals.

And not just stale bread from the local bakery, which they love. The bread, not the bakery.

But when mama’s loyalty is divided over these things, I get a little irked worrying about whether she’s going to spend more time with them than with fascinating, captivating ME.

Still, once you’ve fed a donkey, that’s about it for the visit. I mean, do they stretch out their paws all languid-like and take interesting baths (especially the washing of paws) and, oh, yeah, do they GIVE MAMA A BATH? No way, Jose.

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So I guess I shouldn’t really worry that much.

I’ll just get lost in my own scintillating thoughts and amuse myself.

Who needs company?  And mama says, “Don’t talk too much about the donkey’s return.  Loulou might get jealous.”

As papa says, “Hey, Loulou’s a CAT, she’s not listening to us.”

You wanna bet?

How do you think I heard about those wonky donks?

And have you ever seen a DONKEY in a mask like this?

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! And Happy Birthday, papa’s son, Simon.

A blog to visit:

http://sweetladycat.blogspot.fr/