I just can’t get anything to come out! Maybe I should gargle…
I lost my voice once. I don’t know what happened but I tried to myow and only a squeak came out. It didn’t last long, but it was a bit claustrophobic and certainly a surprise to me, I who never make a peep unless it’s for a reason—food, for example, or hoping those lumps in the bed will wake up. I peep along with the hair-pull and it usually works, although I have to boast a little about the fact that when they say, “Loulou, lie down”, I comply with their irrational wishes as a good kitty should. Plus it’s warm between those knees and a few more minutes of starvation won’t kill me.
But I digress—mama has misplaced her peep and she imagines that the whole neighborhood must be rejoicing over the sudden quiet calm in our house! Just kidding, folks, but when mama was little, her mother used to say to her, “Suzy, go out and find someone ELSE to answer all those questions; can’t you see I’m busy in here trying to make dinner?” She was a little loquacious peanut, mama was, but I can see how it could get on her mother’s nerves when the day began and ended with “Why is that…?” or “When does that happen and how long…?” or just a “Why” after every explanation her mother gave her.
Mama is suffering though and she and papa had tickets to a Flamenco troup in a town near us and she can’t even get on the phone to find some takers! I’d go if they’d let me in. I love Flamenco, at least I love when mama puts on her castenets and makes those click-clack sounds like Dachshund toenails on parquet floors.
So, I guess I’ll just watch the Sochi Olympics with mama and papa and hope those Flamenco guys just heat up the floor with their wild gypsy feats. Make that feets.
At any rate I did get to see that huge kitty in Sochi, the one that skated out on the ice to open the Olympics. Maybe she was a he, you couldn’t tell. If they’d just raise that Olympic flag and get on with it, maybe I could get some dinner around here.
Pretty cute, huh? Spasibo for a great opening!!
