Posted by Loulou on Feb 17, 2014 | 4 comments

MINE, ALL MINE!!! PS Those are not my paw prints…

I just realized that a lot of you out there have no idea of where I lay my little head at night and also the perks of living near the sea.

As in, one GIANT CATBOX just around the corner.  Of course, they don’t allow kitties on the beach, but then again, there are no signs and there are signs for doggies, as in PAS DE DOGGIES, or something like that.

A dream of a kitty box…

And our street is a little winding one full of sun, aptly named after the sun.

In fact, when mama goes out in the morning she always says, oh, boy, it’s so nice and warm, I’ll just leave my big coat behind and guess what? She’s back in a New York minute to put on the warm one because when you get to the beach, there is wind and cold and that’s only one minute away from where we are.

I also live in the garden, which you have seen.  Are there any gardeners out there who wish to share their hard-won knowledge with mama of what to plant for spring?  Any ideas are welcome, especially if it’s catnip, catnip or catnip.

I also live on a pillow most of the day,

or on a comforter, or on the bed, or on papa’s chair in his office, or on the couch, or on a chair next to the couch, but they couldn’t find me yesterday and there they were, calling all over the house (they were trying to leave for some useless task or other AWAY from me!), “LOULOU, LOULOU”—just calling and calling and looking here and looking there and searching under all the little shrubs in the garden and even thinking, “Oh, boy, did she get OUT?” and they got a little bit frantic, as anthros do when they can’t find you, and there you are, all the time, sitting right on mama’s sweaters in her closet and wouldn’t you know it, papa had shut the closet doors and walked away without even KNOWING I was there because, of course, I was hidden down on the bottom shelf, which a tall man can’t possibly see, and I just laughed and laughed and chuckled to myself and let them go on a bit longer until they sounded pretty worked up and then someone, papa, I think, opened the closet and I just jumped out, pleased as Punch…haha.

Sometimes, just like mama, we kitties like to act up a bit, just for the fun of it…

Am I a little devil, or what?