It’s been a busy few weeks. All good. In fact, great!
|Dinner at Gabriel's Restaurant off Columbus Circle in Manhattan|
Cousin Hélène is on my left and her two children, Juliette and Augustin, are on my right.
Family visiting from France, dinners with friends, operas, exhibits, writing an article for a local magazine and, in general, lots of running hither, thither and yon. I never quite know where you actually end up after running “hither, thither and yon” (I suspect back where you started), but my British Grandmum used to say it, and I always loved the sound of it. And, as Mme Mère used to say, tout cela pour dire (all of which means) that I’m a bit tired, so I’ve handed my Blog over to a very special Guest Blogger today.
Do you remember the stray cat we rescued in May? Well, I thought you might like to know how she’s been getting along, so I’ll let her tell you, herself.
“It was a dark and stormy night when I arrived tired, hungry and wet at No. 113 in The Mews. Well, maybe that’s just a wee bit of feline hyperbole. It was actually late morning with a light drizzle, but it had been raining cats and ….whatever that other species is ….for weeks on end, and I was, indeed, tired, wet and hungry.
My new Mom and Dad put me in a warm, dry room with a big, soft bed, a bowl of tasty food, lots of toys to play with and my very own litter box. Suddenly, the great outdoors didn’t seem so great anymore!
After a week or so I was introduced to my new stepsisters, Cecilia and Allegra. There was some de rigueur hissing, spitting, growling and tail puffing, but it was more of a Mexican standoff than World War III. I liked Cecilia right away, but at 22 she’s not much for playing any more. Allegra is only six, so we have fun ambushing and chasing each other up and down the stairs.
I’ve been here six months now and my vagabond lifestyle is just a vague memory. Time sure flies when you have nothing to do but eat, sleep, play and exert a minimum effort at being “cute,” which gets you all the attention and pets you want whenever you want them. It also comes in handy when one of Mom’s favorite china tea cups gets broken. Don’t look at me! I’m a cat. We don’t do explanations.
In fact, all I have to do is sleep with a paw over my face and Mom starts ooooohing and aaaaaahing all over the place about how adorable I am. She’s funny that way.
The truth is that I really am rather adorable. I’ve filled out a bit and my fur has become quite healthy and plush. Mom worries about me gaining too much weight, but you know how obsessed French women are with being thin. Dad thinks I’m just perfect the way I am. I think Dad is on to something.
This is my favorite place to sit when Mom is cooking. I can keep an eye on everything and steal a few tasty morsels when she’s not looking.
I do try to lend a paw in the kitchen now and then, but I can never get the hang of putting these things on. Is it even possible to get dishpan paws? I don’t think so.
Here I am trying to live up to my operatic namesake, the brilliant soprano Kiri Te Kanawa. Hitting those High “C”s is a lot harder than it looks, but I’m working on it.
This is my favorite toy, a plastic bag from the dry cleaners. I love rolling in it, hiding under it, dragging it around and napping on it….plus, it makes a loud crinkly noise that wakes Mom and Dad up in the middle of the night. How much fun is that!!
I celebrated my first birthday last month and the Vet sent me a birthday card. That’s the least he could do, I think, after what he does to me when I’m there. Actually, he’s not so bad and he’s not bad looking either. He’s the one who decided how old I was by looking at my teeth. Nobody thought to ask ME, but, then, I wouldn’t have told them. A lady never reveals her age.
All in all, I have to say it’s a wonderful life and if I weren’t a cat I’d be grateful. We don’t do grateful.
Happy Napping, Miss Kiri Kat
P.S: For Mom’s take on how they got me and named me, click on ‘What’s in a Name – Maybe Much Ado About Nothing.’ I think you’ll enjoy it.”