Why can’t these guys just leave me ALONE? Okay, okay, I snuggle up to them and wrap myself around their legs and stretch out my arms to mama when she wakes me up, but, hey, can’t a kitty get a little rest from all of the excitement that gets stirred up when you go travelling?
These guys are talking about Matisse and his chapel in St. Paul de Vence and a Chagall museum and a modern art museum at the Maeght Foundation, which looks sort of cool, actually–I’ll bet that sculpture would be a great place in which to cat around, haha.
And then papa goes out and finds places with MY name on them and comes back and wakes me up again and shows me his photos and sure, I’m impressed. I didn’t even know anyone KNEW me here, much less to name a flower shop and bistro after ME, but what the heck.
But what the heck does Louloudakiss mean, anyway? I think it means Loulou TO kiss since everyone around here is always doing that to me.
And waking me UP!
At least I get a good stretch in…
But NO MORE KISSES, okay?
But you’re so kissable, Loulou!
Well, I put up with a few from mama, but that’s IT!
Sounds like they are having fun and you are getting some rest. That statue does look like a great cat tree.
Yeah, if only they’d let me OUT to play in the park.
Loulou, you’re famous! Just be careful who you kiss. Cooties, you know. 🙂
Eweh!! Cooties! The worst. Maybe mama would make me a cootie catcher the way she did in grade school. Whatever that is.