Posted by on Jan 3, 2020 | 18 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, Loulou, you can come to the party, but NO jumping on the salmon appetizers, okay? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seriously, folks, is this the muzzle of a kitty who would DO such a thing?

Well, it’s maybe not exactly a bash just for me but I intend to be the center of attention at our New Year’s gathering on Sunday.  It’s the old black-eyed-pea- and-cornbread get-together, with some sausage and guacamole and hummus, and smoked salmon tidbits thrown in.  I have been consulting all day with mama about what to fix should kitties show up.

In your dreams.

I mean, do we know ONE person who brings his/her/its kitty on a leash to a party, haha?  Now that would be fun to blog about!   Do you take your kitty to a fête?  I’d really like to know how you do it because around here there are what are called sardinades and boy, would I LOVE to be taken to one of those  events – fresh sardines grilled over fires made from  cep de vigne, the old wood pruned from grape vines, which gives the sardines a really fragrant taste.

In my dreams.

Well, hey, I’m really good at dreaming so maybe I’ll just conjure up a fish fête in my slumber and have those sardines all to myself, heh heh.

But you can bet I WILL be at our party, with bells on, whatever that means.

It’s on Sunday so you’ll have to wait until then to hear about who danced naked on the table after too many bubbles…ha, ha,  just kidding.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uh, oh, I think I ate too many dream sardines!