Cani e Gatti

Ciao, miei amici!

This email showed up in la mia ragazza’s Outlook inbox this morning:

GATTI (CATS)!?!!?!??!!!

Why would Amazon think she has an interest in riviste o libri (magazines or books) about i gatti (cats)!!?!? Between the gray, rainy weather I woke up to this morning and THIS, I was molto, molto turbato (very, very upset) and retreated to my red sofa in a blue mood. I had to close my eyes and think some thoughts. I even fretted a little.

For all gattino ammiratori (kitty admirers) out there, I, Lucia, have nothing personal against cats except for the one who was mean to my friend Digsby’s mama, but let it be known that ours is a one-pet household and that pet is an AIREDALE! Oh, I’m not saying that la mia ragazza couldn’t – someday – bring home a doggie fratello o sorella (brother or sister) for me, perhaps another Airedale … or one of THESE (plllbbbbbb!!!)

but un GATTO (a CAT)!?!?!!?
This has totally upset my morning, my whole week and my entire beautiful universe. I may have to go off into a corner and sulk some more.

In other news, I did this last Sabato mattina (Saturday morning) to the 'puter's power cord:

I know it just looks like one little nibble, but it had big impact! It shut down our ‘puter for a while, until the replacement power cord arrived. La mia ragazza wasn’t at all happy about this, but it really wasn’t my fault. Honestly, it was not. I was curled up by her feet in a very friendly and sociable way, chewing on my chicken-basted bone, not bothering anyone or anything. Can I help it that the ‘puter cord was RIGHT THERE, in front of my muso (nose), and flew into my mouth when I chomped off the end of my bone?? Nooo!!
The problem was, la mia ragazza was already, um, slightly frazzled over finishing off my PhotoShoppy dress for Myrna's wedding. In fact, she had taken to self medicating with certain controlled substances in order to stay calm while using that rascally lasso tool to outline my charming but irregularly shaped head and darling beard.

As you can imagine, taking down the ‘puter in one fell chew didn’t go over so well. In fact, la mia ragazza was pretty irritato (irritated). I thought, sheesh, what’s the big deal, just get some colla (glue) and put the cord pieces back together, but apparently THAT’S not how you fix a chewed-up ‘puter cord. She looked on the internets -- grazie al cielo (thank goodness) for battery power -- and found a replacement. And then she told me I could just forget about my next spa session with the groomer because the power cord cost as much as a day of beauty. It is so amusing when I think about it: why would I care about not going to the groomer??? She might as well have said, “Lucia, you can just forget about having your teeth drilled today.” Oh, grande affare (big deal)!!!

Santa vacca (holy cow)!!! It just hit me: do you think la mia ragazza is looking for a kitty because of what I did to the ‘puter cord!?!?!!? Could I be ... replaced!?!?! Will she change the locks while I'm away in Salzburg!?!?! Oh noooooooo….!!!!!

Tanti baci!

Lucia

PeeEss: È Terra Giorno (It's Earth Day), everydoggie, kitteh, hammie and hooman. Be green! (Naturally, this is especially pertinent for all terriers, since we ARE, after all, earth doggies!)