The Eye Model

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Giuseppe looks at you.

Surely, if there are such things as a “hand model” whose lovely hands are used to show off fine jewelry and accessories there can also be an “eye model”.

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Giuseppe models the ultra-cool expression.

In humans I guess these would model eyewear, but in cats? Well, I guess they’d model themselves. Surely they don’t need any accessories or improvement.

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Giuseppe gazing off in deep ponderation.

Not Giuseppe, with those deep-set intense eyes. He doesn’t see how anyone would even notice any unnecessary accessory when one would look at his eyes. After all, those were what beguiled the lovely and mature Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, causing her to immediately cause her mama to send the prophetic magic message, Miss Daisy is smitten!

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"Giuseppe"

Click here to read the original story of the overly operatically melodramatic castrati Giuseppe Verdi and the French-Canadian Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, ebony princess of the town of Kings in Ontario. He is looking forward to his package of photos of the emerald-eyed Queen of Kingston!

Read more about the long-distance feline lovers! This link lists the stories most recent to least recent, so you’ll have to scroll to the end to read about their early courtship.

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Mewsette is Being Teased…

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Mewsette is tired of her brothers teasing her!

“Stop it!”

“Mewsette has a boyy–friieeend!”

“Shut up!”

“Mewsette’s in loooovve!”

“I’ll fix you so you hit those high notes all the time!”

Sometimes it’s hard to tell because the Four do wrestle and chase frequently, but I realized Mewsette was the target more often than usual. Then gentle, playful Mewsette was giving her brothers a go I’d never seen, like tackling Jelly Bean from above.  Why?

Later, I saw Mewsette gazing out the window from atop the same box…

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Mewsette watches her suitor cross the street.

I stood up to look outside and saw…

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320 Cat gazes up adoringly at Mewsette.

Oh, now I get it. This guy appeared a few weeks ago to Mewsette’s very puffy less-than-welcome. Now he’s back at his post watching for Mewsette to appear in the window.

When he first appeared I wondered if perhaps he thought this was where the black cats were supposed to live, or that someone told him to sit on my porch and look innocent and I’d take him in. I’ve since identified him as 320 Cat, though I still don’t know if that was his home.

So Mewsette is not quite as puffy at his arrival and worship of this rough and ready rogue, but still not welcoming. I can’t wait to see if he begins leaving little gifts. Her brothers are relentless, as brothers can be. We’ll see how often 320 Cat shows up and what becomes of this little affair.

Well, two of four lovely and eligible black kitties have suitors, as Giuseppe has his belle dame Mlle.  Daisy Emerald Marguerite. Mama Mimi is not surprised that her perfect children are so desired.

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The Lovers on St. Patrick’s Day…

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It is indeed a Happy St. Patrick's Day!

With names like Giuseppe Verdi and Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite and a bit of Irish heritage, at least on Miss Daisy’s side, St. Patrick’s Day is definitely for these lovers!

Giuseppe insisted I drop everything on this sunny and beautiful day to announce that his French-Canadian belle femme and truest love Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite has sent him a holiday message full of green and happy thoughts.

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Miss Daisy Emerald Marguerite, feline Queen of the city named for Kings in Canada.

Bon jour my dearest, most loved, most cherished Giuseppe Verdi ~

The window to the southwest is open wide and I have been at that window,trying to imagine how fresh and pleasant the air in your town of Carnegie is. I am sure your windows are open wide and I saw the photo of you and your family at the window on your Mama Bernadette’s Creative Cat. I so wished I could have been there with you and your Mama Mimi, sister Mewsette and brothers Mr. Sunshine and Jelly Bean.  But alas, my Mama Denise tells me that your open window is far, far away.

I did have visitors to my window this morning—Wiccan the big black cat with the bushy tail, always a gentleman—and that little skinny black guy who Mama feeds and allows in on cold winter nights, Pumpkin, came to say good morning.  But Wiccan’s handsome visage and Pumpkin’s pleasing personality in no way make my longing for you to come to my window any less.

Oh my dearest Giuseppe……

I must allow Mama to turn off this magic message machine and go to my clinic to buy my medicine. Don’t worry my beloved.  I am healthy and strong and my black hair is soft and thick—Mama calls me The Velveteen Kitty. She seems to like calling me that so I allow it though I prefer to have her call me Daisy Emerald Marguerite, my very pretty name that includes Emerald, the name of my great great great great—oh many greats—grandmother Emerald Cat who my Grandpere loved on the farm in Quebec many years ago. (Can you imagine Giuseppe mon amour, Grandmere Emerald Chat used to catch snakes and bring them home to impress her humans on that old farm. I have never seen a snake. Have you?)

As you have requested, Mama Denise will send you an album of photos of me that you may enjoy to look at and even share with your family.

I send love and purrrrrrrs and nuzzzzzles and my promise to love you forever.

Your Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, xo.

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Giuseppe sings and operatically gesticulates.

Giuseppe’s response

I thought I would have to pick Giuseppe up off the floor where he was swooning beginning with the salutation in French, but he is now in the stairway, singing in his castrati voice, “Nessun Dorma” from the Opera Turandot. (Where does he learn this stuff? I’d better check my search history. He does choose appropriate lyrics.)

Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o, Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza,
guardi le stelle
che tremano d’amore
e di speranza.

(In English)
Nobody shall sleep!…
Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess,
in your cold room,
watch the stars,
that tremble with love and with hope.

My precious and perfect, mio amore bellissimo,

I sing to welcome your loving message as I picture you at the window, and your two servants Wiccan and Pumpkin (that little dairy product*).

We were meant to be together on St. Patrick’s Day by the heritage of green-ness in our names. I sing my best aria for you, ma belle, so that the world can hear, especially you, my emerald-eyed Princess in the cold north land. I so long to keep you warm in that cold room as we watch the stars as they tremble with love and hope for us.

I live for the day when we will be together, and I will spend the rest of this beautiful day dreaming of you and the day when I will at least have photos of you to ponder at length.

Always your ever-constant love,

G.V.

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"Sigh."

*Pumpkin’s name is actually “Yogurt”, so Giuseppe regularly refers to him using the names of various dairy products, refusing to say his real name.

Catch up on the affaire between the young American cat, five-year-old Giuseppe Verdi, and his mature French-Canadian admirer, 12-year-old Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, including videos of Giuseppe receiving mail.

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O, sole mio!

black cat looking out of window

Giuseppe spent a lot of time looking out the window toward the northwest today.

I had to wait ALL DAY for my valentine to arrive! First, the mail thing was late, then Mama Bernadette was “too busy”—imagine that, TOO BUSY to open my valentine from Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite which I’d waited WEEKS to receive.

I looked out the big window toward the northwest knowing that Mlle. was up there somewhere. Then I curled up on Mama Bernadette’s lap for some time, knowing that I had the best chance of getting my valentine immediately upon its arrival.

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Giuseppe trying to act cool on my lap today.

FINALLY, it came in the mail. I don’t have thumbs. I can’t open the thing. I don’t want to damage it and risk missing a word of Mlle’s message. FINALLY, I just sat on mom’s desk and blocked her view of the computer, and looked pointedly down at my valentine.

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Giuseppe demands we open his valentine.

Then I rubbed my nose on the corner of the envelope, catching just a trace of Mlle.’s scent.

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Giuseppe nuzzles the corner of the envelope and looks at all those cool Canadian stamps.

Then she opened it up and I caught a whiff of Mlle. and looked at the lovely photo on the front as I dreamed of what she might have to say to me…

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Giuseppe studies the image on the front of the card, dreaming of Mlle.

SHE ASKED ME TO BE HER VALENTINE!!!!! My sweet precious sleek black belle femme Mademoiselle Daisy Emerald Marguerite from the Canadian town named for kings next to the great river—and surrounded by eligible black cats who actually enter her home as guests—wants me to be her valentine!

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Giuseppe reads Mlle.'s message, over, and over, and over...

Ah, I fill my body with her scent. I know she placed her paw right here…

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Then Giuseppe breathes in Mlle.'s scent from the inside.

Here is what Mlle. had to say…the poor boy swooned.

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What Mlle.'s card said...

So should I pack my bags now? How long do you think it will take to get to Kingston?

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So when are we leaving for Kingston?

Kitties in love…Giuseppe doesn’t want you to think he is expecting his mature and experienced French Canadian love to do all the work in this relationship. He was a little preoccupied with his elder sister and his Mama Bernadette, and Mlle. understands that was all much more important to her beloved Giuseppe Verdi, and all the more reason for sending a valentine to him.

But our good-hearted G.V. is not without ideas and has decided to send Mlle. a gift for the room which is hers in her apartment. He heard her bed is red brocade and dreams of cuddling with her in that bed someday. But he asked his Mama Bernadette to send one of her prints to Mlle. so that Mlle.’s mama can hang it over the red brocade bed…

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Giuseppe has made a gift to Mlle.

Catch up on the affaire between the young American cat, four-year-old Giuseppe Verdi, and his mature French-Canadian admirer, 12-year-old Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite. It is sure to be a good show when the Valentine arrives.

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Mademoiselle Has Sent Me a Valentine?

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Mlle. has sent me a Valentine?!

“I heard that my most ever-precious French-Canadian belle femme Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, my gem, il mio amore, my mature and most dignified love who lives in the Canadian city named for Kings by the river has sent me a Valentine! O, my heart flutters with anticipation! When will it arrive? Is it coming in the computer? Or is it coming in the thing called ‘mail’?”

I don’t know how Giuseppe found out. He has been singing in the stairways his fine castrati voice, getting the best vibrato and projection, and sitting by the big north window, looking toward the northwest thinking of how the same moonlight and the same snow are falling on Kingston and Carnegie.

Mlle.’s mama and I decided not to let him know because he is the operatically overly melodramatic kitty and would wait by the door until he fainted from hunger if he knew something was on its way from his love Mlle. Daisy. They have been regularly corresponding by computer and through the air, and convincing their humans to type real messages back and forth in “e-mail”.

Well, yes, Mlle. Daisy has mailed a Valentine to her young American love, Giuseppe Verdi. Giuseppe was preoccupied with his older sister and with his Mama Bernadette and did not send off a Valentine in time (especially since we have no idea what sort of time warp things travel through as the cross the border into and out of Canada and so have no idea when things will arrive). But Giuseppe and I have prepared a wonderful gift for his amour, for her to hang in her room in the house in Kingston.

And when the Valentine arrives, I will he sure to record his joyous celebration. In the meantime I hope I can keep him under control when the mail arrives each day.

Catch up on the affaire between the young American cat, four-year-old Giuseppe Verdi, and his mature French-Canadian admirer, 12-year-old Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite. It is sure to be a good show when the Valentine arrives.

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Joyeux Anniversaire à Mlle. Daisy!

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Mlle Daisy Marguerite on her antique wedding ring quilt. Is that a hint?

“Oh, ma dame la plus belle,
dal mio caro I desire for you to have
un buon compleanno,
 yes, joyeaux anniversaire
to my precious gemstone
my emerald-eyed goddess,
my ebony-furred French Canadian sweetheart,
I celebrate the day of your birth,
as if it were my own!”

That is my best operatic composition of a most heartfelt “happy birthday” to my everlasting love Mademoiselle Daisy Emerald Marguerite. Yes, my ever sweet and precious amour was born on this very day, the first day of the year, and I have been celebrating her existence by singing all day! What would my life be like this year if she had not sworn her love to me through the magic of computers and our visions in the stars! You can see how beautiful she is, my, dare I say, mature love? Yes, she has lived 12 years and all this she gives to me. I am but an inexperienced young cat and had no idea how small my world was when ma belle mademoiselle opened my eyes and my heart to a whole new world I never would have known otherwise, and oh, I must sing again!

O! dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr’io fremente le belle forme disciogliea dai veli!
Svanì per sempre il sogno mio d’amore.
L’ora è fuggita, e muoio disperato!
E muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita,
tanto la vita!

(Translation, from Puccini’s Tosca:

With sweetest kisses, tenderest caresses,
A thing of beauty, of matchless symmetry in form and feature!
My dream of love is now disspelled forever.
I lived uncaring and now I die despairing!
Alas I die despairing!
And never was life so dear to me, no never,
So dear, no never!)

Yes, ma chére, I sit by the big north window where I can see the whole sky and face the northwest where you live by the great river in the town named for kings in the great country of Canada and dream of singing right to you.

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Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight...

Giuseppe is singing to his French Canadian belle femme, Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite, whose birthday is indeed today. Giuseppe is, of course, a castrato and sings his arias and compositions in a melodic countertenor instead of the usual rich tenor, but he can improvise in operatic Italian, adding lyrics about her emerald eyes and ebony fur.

Then has again been much sighing as the darkness has fallen and he gazes once again out the window to the northwest toward the river town of Kingston in Ontario.

A very happy birthday to Mlle. Daisy, adopted from a shelter all those years ago to live with her mom, from not just Giuseppe but our entire household of black cats and tortie girls!

Read about the continuing long-distance affair of Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite and Giuseppe Verdi.

Giuseppe Mewses About Mlle. Marguerite

Or choose the category entitled “Mlle. Daisy Marguerite” in the menu on the right.

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Giuseppe Says….

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Giuseppe sings the joys of catnip.

“Laissez les bons temps rouler!”

Of course, he is dreaming this Christmas Eve of his French Canadian belle femme, Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite and practicing his romantic arias.

Earlier today I think I recognized a portion of “Che gelida manina” in Giuseppe’s voice sung from the top of the stairs for maximum projection and just the right echo; Giuseppe is, of course, a castrato and instead of the usual rich tenor, he sings in a melodic countertenor that I think would persuade any bella donna of his charms, especially when he can improvise in operatic Italian, adding lyrics about her emerald eyes and ebony fur.

Then there was much sighing as the darkness fell and he gazed out the window to the northwest toward the river town of Kingston in Ontario.

Mlle.’s mom has written to say that there was catnip on her laptop when she returned home.

If she only knew!

Buon Natale! Joyeux Noël!

If you have no idea who Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite might be or why Giuseppe is so mysterious and melodramatic where she is concerned, read about their long-distance affair in this article, and be sure to follow the links to the very beginning when Mlle., a “mature” kitty, shockingly stated she was smitten with a photo of the young Giuseppe.

Giuseppe Mewses About Mlle. Marguerite

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