Posted by on Sep 1, 2021 | 14 comments

YIKES! I almost blew away out there!

You can see that weather affects me.

Today the winds are taking over southern France and blowing like crazy, just like in the drawings by our friend, Olivier Renou, who used to sell at the open market and a few years ago, lost his love of his life and partner, Arantxa Patino, and I can’t imagine anything worse than that mama or papa would lose one or the other of themselves, and his partner was young, 46 years old.

If I lost mama or papa, I just might use up one of my nine lives and get on with it, hoping to come back for another one when everything blew over, so to speak…

But one of his lovely tee-shirt drawings is of the tramontane, which today’s wind  is, not the wind from Spain, but both are so wild that I see what they do as similar.

Remember the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy is caught up in the tornado and all sorts of objects fly past her as she and that little way-too-cute, feisty doggy, Toto, whirl around in the vortex of the wind?

Well, that’s what it’s like here out on the terrace where I went just to spite mama and prove to her that I am a courageous kitty even though the wind was making the shutters sing and slap, and so there I was when suddenly the plastic garden chair I was under whipped up into the air and flung itself across the garden into the future fava bean patch and boy, I was outta there quicker than a gnat could swim a dipper.

So much for courage. Flying objects and kitties do NOT get along.

Sometimes one’s little soft place on the couch looks very, very inviting.

To continue, everything started blowing really hard and mama was chasing the chairs, and the bird bath (where I have my morning drink even though I know there have been fine feathered creatures stickin’ their beaks into MY water) looked like the North Sea (whatever that is) and wind was blowing against the windows and rattling the shutters—two more days of this, and how will I, without my training program in the garden, ever lose weight so that mama can see my so-called waist. 

I call it waste because I’m wasting away, haha.

Mama’s been pokin’ around my little body all morning looking for my ribs and hip bones and uh, oh, I think I had better pull in my core, haha.

Hey, I could have been ON that chair!!! Then what?

Hey, I could have been ON that chair!  Then what?