Giuseppe says, “Sì, la donna è bella, amore mio, amore mio …“* He says he wants to learn French. I think I will soon hear him practicing famous operatic arias.
He is convinced this is Miss Daisy Marguerite and not some fat old cow-spotted tomcat who is posing as un chat belle femme noir* just to get some attention on the internet.
Let’s see Giuseppe’s reaction. I found the envelope, came in the door and went directly into the kitchen where Giuseppe was having a drink of water and bathing:
He can’t quite believe it’s finally here!
Is it really my letter from Miss Daisy Marguerite?
Since I can’t read, does that say “Colborne”?
Let’s open it!
Then his mom realized she didn’t have a letter opener, so we moved to the desk.
Giuseppe watches intently as I remove the photos of Miss Daisy from the envelope.
She is indeed a lovely black cat with nice feminine curves!
“Put it down so I can look at her…” Giuseppe whispers.
“She has touched this photo, I can tell…”
“I will study this photo endlessly…”
I think my guy is in deep. But I also think Miss Daisy is a lovely lady cat!
And here she is in her fleece bed imitating “The Goddess“, which is how her mom found me and led her to Giuseppe!
So I am satisfied that Miss Daisy just might be a suitable love for my sweet melodramatic romantic Giuseppe. Guess he and I will have to brush up on our French.
His brothers are finding all this quite amusing.
*”Yes, the lady is beautiful, my love, my love…”, hope my basic Italian is okay; I picked it up from Puccini and Verdi!
*Hope my French is okay too—just kind of making that up!
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