Posted by Loulou on Feb 8, 2014 | 0 comments

Stars and Stripes and thanks to Ryan Pierse, photographer for this great image!

Wow, did you see those outfits on the athletes during the opening?  The Irish in green (even if it was pea/army/yellowish) and the Iranian lady in headscarf and long skirt while all the others’ knees were flashing and the Americans in red, white, and blue with stars and the Bermudans in Bermuda shorts (must have frozen their little tuchese off) and the wonderful scarves on all of them.  I was sort of sorry for the Italians because they did not look at all as if Ferragamo or Gucci or Escada or Celine had dones much about their suits.  Ah, well, you can’t look hip at every Olympics and they have had some very classy outfits in the past. But it was hard to beat Germany’s colorful outfits and all that fur on the Russians!  Was it real? That was a lot of kitties…just kidding.

But here’s the question:  Am I going to have to sit through the next week or so watching these crazy snowboarders as they turn my little heart upside down and frankly, scare the bejesus out of me?  Or watch downhill racing until I snooze off in front of the Tee Woo, as I call it?

Mama and papa love the Olympics, especially the ice-skating because it makes them feel as if they are flying with the skaters, and that’s a really uplifting feeling for us earth-bound creatures.  You remember when Stella (that no-good kitty who showed up in mama’s life at the exact moment that she was drawing illustrations for Millions of Cats for a project and that little stray black kitty, the exact replica of the one mama was drawing, myowed at her door and that was that) was…er…sent off the balcony in another house and she flew right down to the first floor and landed on her feet perfectly?  Well, that’s what we kitties could do on ice.

Maybe I’ll strap on my little skates and get into a few camels, choctaws, cherry-flips or chasses and then I’ll check ’em with a perfect stop, haha.

I’ve thought about flying out of the second story window but I know better. It’s real tempting, both here and in that other place that has windows way above the street, but I’m too smart for that.

One thing I do NOT want to be is a cat splat.

Back to the downhill…I kinda like that guy from the USA, Bode Miller, and man, is he FAST!

Mama, are my skis waxed?