Posted by Loulou on Jun 19, 2013 | 2 comments

Mama says that she learned a lesson several year ago when she was traveling rough roads with her step-kid (one of them, at least; no trouble with the other whatsoever). She had been playing with her step-grandkids everyday when she saw them and loving every minute and loving them even more and as they grew and thought they all were friends and had worked out what was clearly a permanent situation. But maybe as with kitties who grow up and don’t exactly turn out the way you thought they might, her step-daughter went off at an angle, so to speak, from the direction she thought they were both headed–they certainly look happy to me in this photo, and then suddenly mama was given the title, “my father’s wife”, which did not sit well with mama, oh, no.

Fade in, fade out, as papa says–times got worse and then worser (I know, I know, that’s not a word, but what the heck) and mama told me that she started ruminating (as I do often) about what a good path to follow would be. She loves papa more than anything on earth (well…we might dispute that one since I came along), and she is loyal to him in family matters, so she decided the best and sanest thing for a stepmother to do would be to step OUT.

So now she just steps back and observes and tries to help papa keep his head when all around him are losing theirs, haha.

What’s really wonderful is that she adores papa’s ex-wife and has gotten closer and closer to her over the years. Well, it has been THIRTY EIGHT YEARS, after all, and enough time to have a lovely friendship. You would think that an anthro step-kid would have gotten over a divorce by now, but who the heck knows what goes on in a kid’s mind. Surely it was painful to the kids, just as it was painful for me to be left on the street by god knows who ( I don’t even remember the day by now, thank heaven), but my ‘step’ mama and papa are so good to me and love me that I just don’t consider it important any longer.

I heard such a sweet conversation between mama and papa’s ex this morning that I just felt good all day! And I’m sure they were talking about me, too, although now that I think about it, I didn’t hear any “Loulou” in between the blah, blah, blahs…..hmmmm.

We’re about to see this nice, nice lady with a lovely name, Gabriella, and I’m gonna ask her just how she feels about me, because I might want to go visit her now that her kitty is in a home. Remember Frumi? it was many blogs ago, but I’m kind of sorry I never met her. She had long hair and papa’s ex was sort of allergic, but I have a crew cut (!) and I don’t shed and no one sneezes around me, or if they do, it’s probably pollen from all the French broom blooming around here. NOT from me.

I just wish families weren’t so crazy. Maybe it’s best to be an only kitty…

Then again, I love it when I see the grandkids in Rome! And papa’s daughter will be there soon, too. And guess what, papa says that the rough road might just be smoothing out….