Mama and papa are often sent visitors from their friends in LA but this time they hit the friends-pot! Those two smart, laughing ladies who came over here for dinner were so, so nice and petted me and cooed over me and even showed me a photo of a big old cat belonging to one of them and I said to myself, “That big old cat and I could be real friends if we were in the same city” but maybe we can be purr pals from a distance…ech…don’t you just hate it when kitties like me make puns on kitty words?
Well, this one worked so what the heck—purr pals it is and I’m writing that big old stripy cat right now to say, “Next time your mama shows up here, you’d better be in her suitcase.”
Then mama and papa’s nephew and his wife and son were here and the son was given a little robot that ran around all over the floor while I watched from my safe place under the couch but I really wanted to go out and bat it around with him but as usual, I was a bit timid in a social situation and so I just observed. Papa sometimes does that and it’s not always a bad choice really, especially because one can hear things and see things better and file away info that one might not get being right in the thick of it all, yakking and joining in.
Then two more anthros are coming this week for one day–Sybil is their kitty but she wants to stay in England and roam the property instead of passing out from heat stroke here in Rome. Sybil’s mama sings (a member of the D’Oyly Tartes who do Gilbert and Sullivan shows each summer in Suffolk) and her papa plays a mean piano. Naturally, I’ll play with him on the keys….
I think we have two more friends coming from mama’s and papa’s past lives and I really am looking forward to them; he’s an author and wrote a really nice book about his mother when she was suffering from a terrible illness and he and she formed a book club and used the magic of reading to alleviate the pain of her dying. Mama read me some of it and I just know this man is really special because the dying part of the book little by little becomes secondary to the mother’s and son’s wonderfully intimate discovery of one another through their book club of two. Mama had read some of the books and is going to read me the rest of the list when we have time.
I don’t know his partner yet but I just know he will scratch and snuggle me if at all possible. How could he not? Adorable little black and white ball of fur and fun that I am…who could resist?
Yes, I like visitors. But you never know—maybe we’ve just been lucky! The best thing about them is that they see things that mama and papa might have missed, even if they have travelled here for years. Like the guy in the Pompeii museum with weird things coming out of his head–I have to look into that one; I don’t remember it but maybe I was too young…
As for me, the visiting I miss is with my gecko garden buddies in that other place by the sea. It’s hard to leave a garden in summer when everything is growing like Topsy—especially my catnip bed, but I’m making the best of this beautiful city. Maybe they’ll take me back to Pompeii or the Duomo in Florence or maybe I’ll just pop over to LargoArgentina and check out the sun-bathers….
Kitties in the ruins, basking…
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