Giuseppe received a card from Mlle Daisy Marguerite with another photo and a personal note!
The last letter was addressed to me and actually contained some correspondence for me, but this one…this one was address to Giuseppe from Daisy and was all about the two of them.
I showed Giuseppe the envelope and read the addresses to him. He deeply breathed in the scent.
When he was done inhaling the essence of Daisy Marguerite, he asked if we could open it.
The card was humorous—a large black cat propped up in bed surrounded by books.
Giuseppe, perhaps she’s telling you what kind of gentlecat she’d like to spend her time with You don’t read yet, do you, Giuseppe?
I’m only four. Did you read when you were four?
I think your playboy days may be over Giuseppe. Somebody needs to settle down.
There she is, isn’t she beautiful?
And she wrote on the back of her card.
Read the continuing love affair between young Giuseppe and his Canadian love.
It’s hard to be so far away, especially when I’ve just learned that Miss Daisy Marguerite is moving. And she’s not moving closer, she’s moving farther away, to a place called Kingston. Not that it matters when I have no idea where she really is in the first place, even though my mom has shown me a map with Colborne. I can’t get there.
No, my big worry is that Miss Daisy is moving to a college town with a lot of artists and creative people…and probably other really exciting cats. And I won’t be there.
It was kind of okay knowing Miss Daisy was in sleepy little rural Colborne where there weren’t too many visitors. What if Mlle. meets a sophisticated city kitty, or a grad student kitty…or a professor kitty who’s more her age?
My head will not be turned by any city Tom who may come round to see the country girl who has just moved to Kingston. Oh no!
(And, really, I am not a country girl… I have spent most of my life in cities. Never been to this place Mom calls Kingston. Hope I like it. I know the ways of those roaming city Toms… not for me my dear Giuseppe.)
And as for a grad cat… ah….Both my mom and myself are not very keen on the academic life. No, we like the artistic life and we love artists and art cats…
I think my Mommy has a crush on her cousin, removed…what does that mean Giuseppe? Mommy tells me that he is an artist too….don’t think he paints like Marcel did, but he does write pretty songs and he has cats too!
But I digress.. I only have big green eyes for you Giuseppe Kazmarski. My heart is true.
nuzzles and purrs from your Canadian Queen. Time for a nap. xx
Ah, mon cherie, now my heart may rest easily! My mom sent a message for me:
Giuseppe is dreaming sweet dreams of his lady—remember, this is his first love!
And Daisy’s mom writes:
Daisy sends special nuzzles and licks to her one true love Giuseppe. I’ll have time after tomorrow to send Daisy’s letter to the young fellow. Sweet dreams, Denise and Daisy
Oh, why must I be so far away? And why does this thing called “mail” take so long?
“Mimi Mom, have you ever been in love?”
“Well, Giuseppe, long, long ago, before all the kittens, when I was still in the other house, I did love deeply a wonderful black cat with white paws and white whiskers who lived with us for a while, but one day he left and never came back. That may have contributed to the life I found myself leading…I may have been happy if we had been able to spend our lives together, but somehow I don’t think that would ever have been possible. But now, I have you and your brothers and sister, and I am here, and I am very happy.”
“Mimi Mom, what do you think of Miss Daisy?”
“I don’t think you could find a better girl cat anywhere. I can only approve of the way she lives and her human. It doesn’t matter that she’s older. I think she’s a lovely kitty, and I’m happy for my Giuseppe.”
Mlle Daisy has a special card all set to mail to Giuseppe…she wants to address it to G. Kazmarski…she asks “why not?”
Oh, please, let the mail come quickly! I can’t wait for the next letter!
I take solace in my siblings, my best friends in the whole world.
“Jelly Bean, have you ever felt anything like this?”
“I don’t think so, Giuseppe, I’m just a simple, happy guy. I’m not so sure I’d care for this ‘love’ thing if it means you’re mooning around all the time.”
“What do you mean, ‘mooning’?”
“Well, like gazing out the window with that stupid look on your face…”
“…and sighing all the time and not wanting to wrestle with me. I can’t get you to do anything anymore!”
“I’ll show you!”…but it did feel good to have a good wrestling with JB again.
One day I sent a message through my human mom:
I just want Miss Daisy to know that Giuseppe is purring on my lap, and I know he’s thinking of his precious one.
And Daisy’s mom responded:
Oh, do hope he hasn’t given up hope for his romance with the lovely French Canadian girl whose mom has been so busy planning the moves and packing for it that she has not sent news of Marguerite’s pining and yearning for her handsome young American.
Then my mom and I read a message on someone else’s blog about faux bearskin rugs made in Miss Daisy’s country—Canada! They had pictures of kitties on the rug, and a human that even I could figure out was pretty exciting for ladies to look at! I could picture myself posing on one of those rugs, and even sharing one with Miss Daisy. We sent Miss Daisy’s mom a message:
Thought you and Miss Daisy might enjoy this. Oh, and the cat products too, not just the gratuitous photo of Burt Reynolds.
Miss Daisy immediately responded back!
I am going to ask mommy for a Faux bear rug… I can lie on it and dream of Giuseppe on winter nights in Kingston. Daisy, purrrrrrrrrrrs and nuzzles.
“Mom, can I have one of those rugs too so I can pose like that man and send a photo to Mlle Daisy Marguerite?”
“Giuseppe, you know you will never get it to yourself.”
“But, mom, I have to have one! Miss Daisy expects it!”
“We’ll see, Giuseppe. I’ll keep track of it, and maybe when it gets really cold we’ll get one.”
Don’t tell Giuseppe but Marguerite enclosed a photo in her card to the young fellow…likely will arrive at beginning of the week. D.
But I saw the message anyway and I just can’t wait!
“Oh, I just don’t know how I feel, Mewsette!”
“That’s okay, Giuseppe, it’s nothing that a good bath won’t fix.”
Oooo, Giuseppe has a girlfriend! And she’s a shiny little black French Canadian girl from a tiny town called Colborne, Ontario!
At least, this is what she says.
Here’s the story. I (me, mom, Bernadette) am happily corresponding with a new (human) friend from Colborne, and we learn about her kitty, Miss Daisy, who spends her days napping on an antique fainting couch by a patio door where she can watch nature. Miss Daisy’s mom signs up for The Creative Cat where she and Miss Daisy can enjoy photos of my cats every day and follow their activities.
A few weeks ago I posted, Giuseppe, a close-up of just Giuseppe’s face as he intently looked past me out the window at a bird.
Within minutes came an e-mail from Miss Daisy’s mom:
Miss Daisy is smitten!
Thereafter, all through June and into July, Miss Daisy has sent messages almost daily by instruction to her human, though sometimes I can tell she added it to her human’s e-mail to me (and blames it on a laptop that’s losing its mind.
…and Daisy, still dreaming of Giuseppe in PA.
Daisy and I are hoping all is well with you and the kitties…. Daisy has missed The Creative Cat blog and is worried that Giuseppe has not posted a photo for a few days.
I posted About That Bird Book, and Miss Daisy was so excited, well…
Daisy is thrilled to see Giuseppe’s (and oh my goodness, Jelly Bean’s too!) handsome face. Could that explain the hairball incident Mom must go and tend to?
When I mentioned how much I’d like to visit the idyllic town where they live:
But how to tell Miss Daisy that Giuseppe would likely not be able to cross the border? Does he have a passport?
But no fair—Miss Daisy can see Giuseppe all the time, but Giuseppe has no idea what Miss Daisy really looks like! How would he know her if me met her?
And then, as if she had read his mind, after a post with Jelly Bean:
Oh yes, Jelly Bean is very cute… Daisy said he is handsome. But tell Giuseppe he is still her favourite!
Must tell you that Miss Daisy LOVES to watch her image reflected in mirrors ’round the house. Her favourite is the mirror set into the mantel in the living room. There is a quirky old deacon’s bench in front of the mirror inset and I often find Daisy perched on the bench, peering at her lovely visage in the mirror.
I must snap a pic of Daisy. (Purrrrrrrrrhaps Giuseppe would enjoy seeing his Canadian admirer.)
YES!! Giuseppe would LOVE to see a photo of his Canadian admirer!
Hmmm…June 26, Daisy’s mom says it’s their tenth anniversary together.
An older woman! Not only is she sleek, black and French Canadian, but she’s an older woman, ready to teach Giuseppe…well, what? He can’t imagine, but it sounds exciting anyway!
Then Daisy insisted on sending a post after Basement Cats Have Come for My Soul, in which Giuseppe leads the pack:
Meooooooow! from Daisy.
Daisy insisted that I email immediately to thank you for sending out the photo of the four on our special day. She is sure it was meant just for her and wonders just who is who in the pic. She is sure she can pick out Giuseppe,but not sure about JB, MS and M!
I had to break some news before too much longer though…I told Daisy’s mom to gently tell Daisy that Giuseppe is kind of a mama’s boy…not that that is bad, but he needs a little touch-up bath from his mom every day, and often they curl up together all afternoon. How would this be with…another woman? I told her that Mr. Sunshine is indeed handsome and is actually the man-cat around here, but:
Daisy is a bit worried after reading your news that Giuseppe is a bit of a momma’s boy. She agrees that Mr. Sunshine is indeed a very handsome fellow. But Giuseppe has stolen her feline heart! She is selecting a suitable photo to send to both the boys and the girls in Carnegie.
And then apparently, Miss Daisy sent her own message after Cats Are Simply Graceful:
sigh…. Giuseppe is so handsome.
Purrrrrrrs from Daisy
Giuseppe began dominating my desk, even falling asleep waiting for another message from his beloved Miss Daisy as I piled papers on him. And I began to wonder…I choose from actual photos taken that day of my kitties when I plan my daily photo, but I usually try to mix them up so that everyone gets equal airtime. But somehow, Giuseppe had begun appearing more frequently…was he hogging the camera in an effort to get messages to Miss Daisy?
And where was that photo of Daisy, anyway?
Daisy shall spend the weekend selecting a photo…
Daisy has found a nice photo to send to Giuseppe and his pals…. it is a pic taken in Toronto shortly before our escape to the country…not an art photo but a nice one nevertheless.
…and she signed her correspondence “Daisy Marguerite”.
Giuseppe swooned. First love, it’s a wonder we don’t die of it.
Giuseppe began waiting by the door for the mail delivery person, spending so much time his brothers began hanging with him, worrying he would waste away there at the door.
We wish to comment on tonight’s Creative Cat, featuring the very handsome Mr. Sunshine — Ooolala!
(Miss Daisy insisted I send this email this very minute! She is quite impressed with the handsomeness of American Catdom.)
Well! La donna e mobile! said Giuseppe, named for the opera composer Giuseppe Verdi and quoting a famous aria from his opera Carmen, meaning “woman is fickle”.
Mr. Sunshine, indeed!
But very soon after, apparently just becoming aware of her mistake…
Daisy is very pleased to hear that message has been passed on to the manly Mr. Sunshine. Now the Queen of Chez Thibeault, and Mom’s heart, is concerned that Giuseppe be reassured of her affections!
Then the next day:
Well, the lovely Miss Daisy was up all night long, paws upon the keyboard, watching Giuseppe’s bath video!!!
But still no photo. Now Giuseppe is getting suspicious, and after we’ve both read so much about “stalkers” on the internet and how people will create an attractive profile for themselves when they are actually a troll, he asked me to send a message to Miss Daisy:
Giuseppe is disappointed that he has no photo of Miss Daisy yet…he’s beginning to think she’s just been leading him on and she’s actually some fat old cow-spotted tomcat and not a Rubenesque sleek black kitty.
To which “Miss Daisy” replied:
Mommy is laughing out loud…but I don’t understand the joke. Please tell Giuseppe that I am not a fat old cow-spotted tomcat… oh no! I am a shiny French Canadian black femme with womanly cat curves.
She speaks French! All is forgiven.
I lost those curves last winter when I got sick with diabetes, but Mommy gives me my medicine every morning and every night (and I am a good girl, letting her give me those needles… it was not too nice at first… we were both frightened, but now we are old paws at it) and I have my figure back.
That envelope was sent a week ago. I think the mail is still backlogged from our postal strike…whatever that was.
Needles, diabetes, it’s all fine with Giuseppe.
And yesterday Daisy’s mom added:
Tell dear sweet Giuseppe that I personally mailed the big envelope with Daisy’s photo a week ago.
But today, and still no photo. Giuseppe doesn’t know what to think.
Right now Giuseppe is curled up with his mom again, just not at all sure how to feel about this. He is my operatically melodramatic kitty who wears his big heart on his kitty sleeve, but his love is true and forever. Let’s hope for his sweet heart that he really does receive a photo soon of a lovely chat femme noir named Daisy.
As soon as I receive one, I will be sure to post it!
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.
Mr. Sunshine rolls his eyes at the box of gouaches as I prepare to work on an illustration.
I admit, they are from my college days, but the primaries and secondaries and black, white and gray are just pretty basic colors. I think he preferred the brighter and fluorescent colors I used to paint Lucy’s illustrations. So did I, but most things start with this palette.