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Imaginez!

"Mmm Le Chat, s'il vous plait."
"Mmm the Cat, please."

"C'est de la part de qui?"
"Who may I say is calling?"

"Le Chat m'a envoye une carte postale."
"Cat sent me a postcard."

"Le voici!"
"Here he is!"

"A Chat! Je m'appelle Alice."
"Cat! I'm Alice."

Alice est plus amoureuse que lui.
Alice is more in love than he is.

Elle le regarde souvent.
She looks at him often.

"Quand je était petite, je aimais bien lire les contes de la Mère I'oie." Dit Alice.
"When I was little I liked to read Mother Goose." Said Alice.

"Et j'ai lu Henry Miller," ai dit le Chat.
"And I read Henry Miller," said the Cat.

ppp night nite, u.

Alice is more in love than who ? Henry Miller ? I don't know anything about Henry Miller's love life except that it is said he had one. It is after midnight here. If I listen real close I can hear leaves falling out there in the dark. And the moon is above it all.

'Nite, Doll.

Good morning to you, dear mingo.
I've finally kicked that cold with extra sleep these past few days and I am good with being awake. lalala

I spent the day yesterday with my nose in a French book.
If I were to begin discussing Henry Miller's love life, we would have needed much more time, but because it was Alice's...well, she's cake.
I think the two were lounging in a hotel.

I was gonna make a scene with her curly head and suches,
but with French, it is to keep me short on the messaging.
Tuesday in a beautiful moon.
Is she full of herself yet?

O she's a real slut about that kind of thing. Full of all that reflected light she'll jus' turn your head right around. I head for the forest when she flashes her bone white face. The trees and me have this treaty we worked out long ago & which remains unbroken to this day and by it we tell each other secrets.

Is she up there now,
elle with her lit up gown
and her rawling smile.

She's gonna kiss you
and then turn to kiss me.

Mayhaps she'll tuck me in to sleep tonight.

Sweet dreams, mingo.

Perfectly-haps
I'd like it better than her
is if Cat was on the prowl.
xoxo

P.S. Don't let her get moody at you,
just sweet her back. She'll forget what she was after.

No she's under heavy cloud cover tonight. I think we have rain moving in. Maybe by tomorrow.
Didn't see a single cat out on the move on the way home tonight. Not one. Must mean I get all your x's & o's to myself. Just how I like it.

There is something moving around in the leaves out there. I can hear it. I'd open the blind but it might be the Twilight Zone lookin' back at me and how the hell would I hope to sleep after that ?

'Nite, Doll.

Testing 1, 2, 3...


and if I had you...I'd keep ya spinning...

just checking ...

Aww cute! Love it, mingo.

I can't get to my smiley page ! This happened last week too during the day when I tried to access the site. RATS! Just when I need them too. Figures. Ya can't win.
Hey, what about them socks? You mentioned them a couple of posts back. You said you were lookin' at them and laughing. Then left me hangin' with that. I'd send ya a pic of my socks but they ain't even sexy or mysterious or funny or nothin'. My socks wouldn't even qualify for a prize at a Mongolian Pony ridin' contest. My poor socks. The cats won't even go near them. Pitiful.

I had skittles rainbow socks on today and that day I had sheer with pink stripes... I think so. Hard to remember, cause I have a few really ones I'm happy about.
Sorry mingos, my camera is on the no-go until further notice.
Maybees your cats are bratty by nature.


I picked out a place I wanna go to next time.

Mongolia ?

You can't go to Mongolia without me. That's all there is to it.

Neither you nor your socks. That's final.

What if it wasn't Mongolia?
What then, then? lol

I found a beautiful place, now just to find my way there.
I have so many romantic scenes and I am to gesture in them, walk on gorgeous gardenings, etc. My head's a beautiful place.
I'm house looking.

Just made and mmmed coconut pudding with coconut milk.
I am completely mmmed.
Still reading some Tom, Huck and Becky.
Sleep well and dream nice.
Might see you there. never know...

Though I go to him constantly
on the road of dreams,
never resting my feet,
in the real world
it doesn't equal a single glance

(Ono No Komachi )

. . . the leaves are redding & browning & yellowing & oranging & falling to the ground to whisper together there of flesh past before the cold winds scatter them apart . . .

Mornin' Annie B !