Hi there, Klaus, here -- Klaus, the Persian Blue, that is. (Well technically, I'm a Persian grey, but let's not be racist here). Like I said, Cora's column is back, but with a twist, since this time I have the privilege of telling her story.
You know, it's amazing how much you can pick up, while faking a nap under a patio chair. You should have heard Cora raving to her sister on the phone this morning about her super-sized week in Chicago. And how come she always has so much fun when I'm not there? That girl sure does talk a lot on the phone; made me feel like a middle cat -- I swear, I could count the number of times, on one paw, that she rubbed my head during the whole hour-long conversation.
Sounds like one of her favorite places in Chicago was the Lincoln Park Zoo. You know, some of my wilder cousins live there. Cora was going on and on about the intricate patterns on the leopard and the jag, and the difference between them. And it seems the puma and black panther were pretty awesome too. So where does that leave me? "You do know, my ancestors originated in the Middle East, don't you? They were not brought over to America until the late 1800's. Isn't that exotic enough for you?"
Although I did overhear Cora saying once that I too was a beautiful specimen of God's creation. Now there's something to make me grin like my relatives over in Cheshire do.
Well my ears pricked up when I heard Cora showing off to her sister about how she swam in Lake Michigan -- "the best day of her whole vacoliday," she said. But I'll let you into a little secret -- she's using the term "swam," very loosely! I'd call it, more like "testing the waters." I know, 'cause she's a real whimp when it comes to being cold and wet. Then she was saying how convenient everything was in Chicago -- they even had an ATM machine on the beach -- My gosh -- plonked right there in the sand. What is it with these humans -- they can't even go to the beach without thinking about their money!
What? A chocolate tour of Chicago? I guess Cora and her daughter walked all over the city, sampling chocolate in all the wonderful little cafes and chocolate shops -- chocolate truffles, chocolate caramels, chocolate brownies, chocolate chocolate, double chocolate frappacinos, triple chocolate mocchacinos ...
And just between you and me, I once caught Cora eating chocolate for breakfast -- four squares of it -- the deep dark organic stuff too -- 70 % cocoa solids (the whole thing makes my head spin), and not a saucer of milk in sight! I swear, that girl should join Chocoholics Anonymous. Apparently her son brought it all the way from Antigua. And get this, she says she eats it for the anti-oxidants. But we all know the real reason ...
Well, better stop all this yappin' now. Gotta save some energy for sleeping. I'm already late for my mid-morning nap!
