Posted by Loulou on May 23, 2013 | 0 comments

A TRES BIEN TOT!!!!

Just like Bob Dylan’s song, I may be a complete unknown, but now I have a direction home (!), and I’m not a rollin’ stone (any longer).  My family is really mama and papa and their families and their friends so I guess you could say I’m connected pretty nicely for love and affection for my little kitty self and very lucky to have that, even if I don’t remember my own family.

But when mama and papa have visitors and family members from the US or anywhere else, for that matter, they are both a little sad when people have to go back to their own countries.

Being an expat is not easy, says mama, in the sense that papa’s and her family are spread all over the US and Europe and often there’s a long time between visits and she loves all these people A LOT!

Mama’s ex-sis-in-law and her partner were just in France and I heard mama talking to her ex-sis about Sonoma (where the sis lives) and how beautiful it is and how mama and papa should come visit and drink wine and look at its beauty and take walks and I saw mama looking a little sad about it all. “You’re so far away,” she said, “and it’s hard to travel lately, plus we have the kids in Rome and really have to go back and forth quite a bit,” and so on, but even I, a lowly kitty, know what it’s like to long to be in many places at once.

For example, I want to be out in the yard, and maybe in the neighbor’s yard (to meet that kitty who comes around and stares at me for hours on the other side of the fence), and in Rome where I can play with those little anthro midgets who are so, so cute, and then I want to be back here in France again, maybe being taken along to little charming towns with mama and papa and their visitors and then I think, hmmm, China might be nice, it has changed so, and I could meet all those kitties who wave hello when you walk into a Chinese restaurant, or maybe India, because I really like curry (or at least the fixins’—preferably raw, no spices), or maybe I’d like to do something really wild like what all those anthros are so crazy about: swim with dolphins or even climb the real Annapurna!

I could swing that with a good sherpa.

I think about all the amazing countries and people in the world and I want to know all of them and rub my little friendly body against lots of ankles and get petted by many little anthro-kids of all colors and maybe try to learn their languages, even though kitty-speak is universal and everyone understands “Myow”, right?

And I get sad, too, when mama and papa’s friends have ended their family visits and life goes on as usual until maybe next year when there might be another sweet time together and they can make up for lost adventures and create some new ones.

But then, I also just like snoozing on the sofa. Just thinking about all the things in the world to do and see and all the languages to speak and people to meet just wears me out. Maybe I’ll start tomorrow….

Home, sweet home…