Posted by on May 12, 2019 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I think that rub-a-dub refers to some anthros in a tub but around here that three-letter phrase describes what happens to me most of the day (and sometimes during the night if I don’t watch out!) because mama and papa simply cannot keep their hands off of my little warm, furry kitty body.  Well, not so little, but compared to, say, a Great Dane or baby elephant, I am definitely smaller!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Papa will walk by me when I am deep into slumber and he’ll say, “Oh, Loulou, you are one cute kitty and I just have to give your ears a good rub, I can’t help myself.”

And I’m thinking, deep in snoozeville, of course, “WHA..? What in the name of chats is going on here?  Can’t this guy leave me alone for TWO MINUTES?”

And then I doze off again (somewhere ELSE) and mama, being a bit more circumspect (whatever that is), puts out her hand and KNOWS in her conscience to pull it back and then she just can’t help herself and she, too, starts to scratch me behind an ear and what am I going to do, I ask you?  I can’t help myself either and so just I roll over..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and let Fate take me where she will…I want to make mama happy, after all, on Mama’s Day.

Happy Mama’s Day to all mama’s everywhere!