"Sir! It behooves me to reprove you

for the move you made in the Louvre!"

she said adjusting her blouse as they stepped

out into the sunlight .

"However, if again you'd like to try...

I know a lovely place in the Gardens of Versailles."

Hi Count, As you can see by the attached picture above, it has been a fine week, so far. This is a picture of my amor de jour named "Fluffy" (what else?) She is a refined young lady whose tastes match mine. We have been a item for the last few days and her housekeeper (remember, we never refer to them as owners!) even let me in to eat with her and sit beside her at the fireplace. But, alas, her housekeepers left a lot to be desired in the income and accommodations departments. But, she was such a lovely lady and so susceptible to my natural charm and good looks, that I almost wavered. I'm back on the road and continuing my pursuit of the good life.

I hitched a ride with a trucker over to the next city. He apparently felt sorry for me and poured me a large saucer of milk. This burg looks a lot more promising than Fluffy's overgrown crossroads; I miss her already... that long black hair with those yellow eyes! Gad! But, I can't afford to settle down in the midst of my quest. In the morning, after a good sleep I have my eye on a fine Victorian mansion in the downtown area. The town seems to be well-stocked with some fine, furry, female felines that need the pleasure of my company. Meanwhile Count, I will e-mail the result of my pilgrimage (if any) later this week.

Strutz the Cat

Dancing towards senility,

Restores one's tranquility.

It frees the mind,

Lets the body unwind,

And promotes boogiebility.

C.S.

Count, I promised you I would keep you up to date with

my search to find housekeepers who could better afford

to keep a refined cat like me in fine gourmet food, deluxe

litter boxes,and peace and quiet in a fine house with a

fireplace. As I said in the note I left on the fridge for my

last housekeepers, I'm going to search until I find one.

It ain't gonna be easy, Count! But, I have run into

some fine female felines out here who were anxious

to have me improve their gene pools and spend a day or

two with them and share their food and comforts.

However, none of their housekeepers( I laugh every

time they call themselves our owners!) were any

great improvement over my previous pair of losers.

So, I must hit the road again and continue my search

in a higher-class neighborhood.

Count, I will e-mail you again on my search.

Your old buddy, Strutz.

"The man or woman who is happy is not

he or she who is believed to be so,

but he or she,who believes they are so."

Michel De Montaigne

"After all these years, I see that I was mistaken

about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside

the Garden with her than inside it without her."

Adams Diary, Mark Twain

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Adam was the author of sin, and I wish he had

taken out an international copyright on it.

Notebook, Mark Twain

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Adam was a man who comes down to us without a

stain upon his name, unless it was a stain to take

one apple when most of us would have taken

the whole crop.

"On Adam", from a speech by Mark Twain

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No woman or man really knows what perfect love

is until they have been married for a quarter of a century.

Notebook, Mark Twain

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And finally the old master writer and wit

wrote in a letter:

Marriage...yes, it is the supreme felicity of life.

I concede it. And it is also the supreme tragedy of life.

The deeper the love, the surer the tragedy.

Mark Twain

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