Helga’s Catnip!
This morning, as I was clipping the nail on the last of my seven toes of my left footsie, I was desperately trying to figure out what to write about, and then, it hit me! Some time ago, I remember going into the library, where Helga and Lulu zwiddle desperately, and drink coffee, and all the while, singing and dancing on point to Helga’s tuba playing, with the nymphs and shepherds who come down from their high births……you are wondering where I am going with this, aren’t you? Well, I want to tell you about what I think is a cute little addiction of Helga’s.
Like a cat to catnip, Helga seems to become overwhelmed by particular scents, and when she smells them, her eyes cross and get very wide, and she grabs what she is smelling, and goes totally nuts with it! Kind of like Lulu when there is no coffee, she also manifests a character that is not typically her, and I now think it is adorable!
I remember when Helga was trying out a number of different scents of hand creams, and aerosols with Lulu one morning. I think this was a ploy of hers to keep Lulu busy with something while the coffee was still brewing! I came bursting into the library and saw them. So I threw my wrist into the mix. That was a bad idea!!! Lulu took a whiff, and said, “Mmmmm! What IS that? Smells like apricots!” I stood there secretly sweating bullets because I know that she had not yet had her coffee. Then, it was Helga’s turn. That was the first time in my life that I have ever feared for my limbs! Helga grabbed my arm and, like a cat getting high on catnip, she took whiff after whiff after whiff… so much so that every inhaled breath was so strong, that my wrist would travel halfway up her nostril. It was like a vacuum chamber! I was affraid that she was going to eat my arm!!!
What saved me was when Lulu squealed, “Oh look! The coffee is ready!” That snapped Helga out of it instantly, and she went to tend to her collegue, by hooking up the coffee machine like an IV to Lulu’s arm. I never thought such words could bring such relief, but I know now.
So then, when I came in today, Helga took a whiff of my wrist (I offered) again to see if I was wearing that same scent that sent her into that state. This time, it was grapefruit, because I have since refused to get that showergel with apricots ever again!! For my own insurance of not being eaten of course!!!
Moi
Paul! You have a blog!