Good luck, Guero!!!
I think I may have said that before.
Oh, well, sometimes I just run out of words, but Nice is nice, so there. Except our good friend, Anne, is laid up with a winter cold and she and mama were going to tear up the town. But there is still time and they tear pretty well, even on short notice, haha.
I, for one, love the architecture and the lovely balconies (modern building across street excluded) and so many little bakeries and tiny bistros and flower shops and the fact that my food comes from just down the street, so no excuses that we “don’t have any more kibble, Loulou”. When I say down the street, I don’t mean Picard, that answer to the prayers of all French housewives. Frozen wonders that are economical and taste really, really good.
When mama bought a few posies yesterday, she watched the man cut the stems at an angle, then tie them prettily with some raffia and then wrap them in strong paper and tie THAT with a bow and it was clear that he loves his work and his fleurs. So—little things like that make mama so happy.
I think those poor tulips feel inferior to the daisies, haha.
And yet…here I sit at the table with, can you believe this, a GLASS OF WATER? Are they out of their minds? Kitties don’t drink out of glasses, and besides, is that my dinner?
Oh, boy, are we in trouble.
And I thought Nice was nice…
Hey, all in all, I guess I can tolerate their craziness.
Condolences for sweet Marley
Loulou, you are one pampered kitty. A bed all to yourself. A glass to drink out of. A chair to sit in. And special food. Wow. Milk it for all it’s worth, girl.
Mama just makes it look that way. Actually they put me in the dungeon come midnight…haha
OOMC LouLou dat glass looks as big as you. You kuld go fur a swim ifin ya’ wanted. MOL Dat’s pawsum dat yous noms be right down da street. Mommy orders ours and we have to hope da Fed Ex man be on time. Course she rarely let’s us get dat close to bein out afur orderin’ more. She sez she’s workin’ on switchin’ us to an all natural raw diet but me thinks da fureeze dried stuff is purrlenty raw enuff fur me. MOL Nice sounds nice, hope you had fun. And we hope yous mommys furiend gets to feelin’ better so they can tear it up. have a gweat weekend.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Lexi
Well, I’ve never heard of freeze-dried noms! What are they? I hope you feel better, you two, with your mama giving you nice food like that for your health. Yeah, that glass was big, but they forgot the Scotch!!!
You look very comfy in that bed. I hope your Mom’s friend feels better soon.
Well, she’s going to see a doc and I think she’ll be fine next week and then THEY will go out and leave me ALONE to cope!!!