Guacamole and mojitos, here we come!
Well, I”ll tell you one thing. When guests are coming to our neck of the woods, that old supermarket near the place where they stick me once a year and look down my ears and other places (!) gets quite a workout. Fortunately, the cat food section is the FIRST stop on the FIRST aisle and I am in fat city (no pun intended) because mama had a scare with the Cat’s Best, and she does NOT want to run out of Purina in gelée for lil’ ole you know who.
MY very own stash.
NOT my very own stash–not by a long shot!!!
Mama’s mama was one of those mamas who always had homemade sugar cookies or ginger snaps in the big glass jars in her kitchen and in the fridge, there were so many wonderful things to eat that it was hard to choose. Her house was always filled with people and visitors and those crazy, card-playing women of that era, wiping each other out at bridge (or poker!) and starting to sip a little something around 5 or so…it was the south, you know.
And now it looks to me as if mama has the same genes, not for bridge, which she never learned and never wanted to, but for filling up the fridge with good things to eat or good things from which to make good things to eat—chicken breasts, fresh-grated parmesan, homemade tomato sauce, burpless cucumbers, French mache (even though there are numerous heads of beautiful lettuce in my garden—note the use of ‘my’…), bitter chocolate fudge sauce for homemade ice cream, mango sorbet in the freezer, and of course, in MY part of the kitchen, several boxes of my little packets of goodness—fish, turkey, shrimp…you name it. That tuna is for spaghetti al tonno, one of mama’s favorites.
So having guests is really fun for me. Aside from the fact that they coo over me and coddle me and say, “Loulou, come out and play in the garden with me” and all sorts of silly anthro things that go in one ear and out the other, so to speak. That is NOT to imply that there is a SPACE between my ears, no sirree, but as anyone well knows, guests or not, a kitty is a kitty is a kitty and does exactly what she pleases, when she pleases, titillated by the promise of a good time or not…
For a good time, call LOULOU
I happen to love these visitors and I hope they stay forever!!!
Well,at least until the chocolate pecan torte runs out…
Hey, your mom stocks a fridge better than Jan does. We’ll be glad to come for a visit too. 🙂
From what I see of you guys, Jan’s fridge could never be bested by anyone!!!
I just want to rub that cute belly of yours, Loulou!
Oh, I love my tummy rubbed. But most of all, I LOVE the name “moggiepurrs” and mama had to look up “moggie” but then she found it mentioned in a book by John Lawton and saw that it was CATS! Love that name.