Some photos by E.g.; all tampered with by Lavenderbay.

Hello, blogworld, Cuca here. Mother has asked me to show you around the living room. She has very specifically not asked the dogs. Note, if you will, the recycle-bin barricade.

First we have the armchair,warmed by a ten-dollar cushion and a five-dollar fleece throw, cozied up to the ABC* coffee table and the BRU** braided rug. Oversized books adorn the lower shelf, among them Netherlandish Painting, Canadian Art, and Australian Birds. On the table top you will see a Cardicorgi candleholder (a birthday gift to Turtle from the dog manufacturer Shelley) and…

… an Indonesian grass basket, costing two bags of kitty treats at Ten Thousand Villages, bought especially to hold beach stones. I just shake my head sometimes.

Another cushion and throw, a twizzly floor lamp, and just beyond that…

A mantelpiece. Spotted Sandpiper, fancy candle, artisanal clock, 1940s incense holder, more rocks (good grief!) and Athena will all have to await my guiding hand; it’s much more amusing to rearrange small items when dogs are sitting underneath them.

Beyond the mantelpiece we see the harp, tucked into the corner between the fireplace and the window. The two white planters expect to greet some sprouted pussywillow stems any day now. I wonder how tasty those will be?

Ah, the window. That reminds me: I’m getting bored. Here’s the NYBA*** rocking chair. Big deal. So if you’ll excuse me…

… the bear and I have a windowsill date with a gorgeous view. Ta-ta for now.
- *ABC: Already Been Chewed.
- **BRU: Baptized by Regurgitation and Urine.
- ***NYBA: Not Yet Been Altered.














April 18, 2009 at 9:40 am
“dog manufacturer” – that’s funny stuff cuca!
“costing two bags of kitty treats” – pennycat would like your style!
April 18, 2009 at 1:59 pm
Beautiful view from the window.
Pretty cat.
Lovely room.
I always wanted to play the harp. Who plays it? Certainly not the cat.
April 18, 2009 at 8:14 pm
You’re right on, Goodbear; I found myself heavily inspired by PennyCat’s style while writing this piece.
Hi, S. Le! The harp is played by E.g.; she just loves it! I play recorder; maybe now that we’re settled in we can start playing those Scottish duets again.
April 19, 2009 at 10:56 am
That’s a great view — your apartment looks terrific!
April 19, 2009 at 2:55 pm
Great apartment! Thanks for the tour, Cuca. But I have heard you play the harp as well. Sort of mood music for dangling strings, but quite haunting nonetheless.
April 19, 2009 at 4:21 pm
Et Voila. Merci, Cuca! Trust a cat to look completely underwhelmed by a groovy new pad!
April 20, 2009 at 6:35 am
Cuca! Cool digs, I am totally intriged by the harp….Oh…I think I could have some fun with that. I am however, a little concerned on the wasted “kitty treat” funds. Who buys baskets and rocks!! I love your view, and I have a bear too!
April 20, 2009 at 1:32 pm
Thanks, James! It really is a lovely place. The view comes at the admission price of 31 steps (it’s a walk-up flat), but so far, I’m willing to pay that.
Hi, Jane! Yes, it was just as well that Robert was with you that time you heard that eerie string music while catsitting for us.
Love your French, Alyson! You are now qualified to visit Canada’s only officially bilingual province.
Cuca says: Hello, Pennycat. Even more ludicrous, I think, is the act of buying that basket for free rocks. Humans. We must learn to tolerate them, however, no matter how unsophisticated their thinking patterns may be.
April 21, 2009 at 3:45 pm
Thanks for the tour Cuca – maybe you have a career in the making. Love the view and the brick walls. What a find for all.
April 21, 2009 at 6:24 pm
One day, my friend, one day! Hopefully I can learn another two phrases before then.
April 21, 2009 at 7:09 pm
Hi Norah, and welcome to my comments section! Earlier this evening I wouldn’t have been surprised if Cuca got a career before I did, but E.g. gave me a helpful pep talk tonight.
Well, here then, Alyson:
Un jour, un jour
quand tu viendras
nous t’en ferons voir de grands espaces…
“One day, one day/when you get here/we’ll show you some wide-open spaces…” These are the first lines of the theme song of Montreal’s Expo ‘67.
April 22, 2009 at 9:42 am
Some warning that teh ** would result in almost spitting coffee out because of laughing.
That is one gorgeous cat and very sensible. Humans can be so crazy, no?
(watch out…I may come kit-nap Cuca!!!!)
April 22, 2009 at 11:02 pm
AhA! Un jour, mon ami, un jour! Lovely!
April 23, 2009 at 5:43 am
Woo-hoo, my first coffee spit-out! Humans are crazy, si, Elizabeth.
That’s the great thing about learning a new language, Alyson, the rapid, exponential progress made — much more exciting than the snail’s pace of intermediate level.
April 25, 2009 at 6:59 am
You know you never showed the views when trying to select between apartments!
That view alone would bave made my choice!
April 29, 2009 at 3:12 pm
Hi, Shelley! In some of the apartments, there was still people’s stuff, and you’re not allowed to take photos then. But I will tell you that it was the view that sold E.g. too!
May 7, 2009 at 12:14 pm
Wait… I absent myself for just a few weeks, and you take up with *another* Elizabeth???!!
Lovely to finally see your new digs. CONGRATULATIONS, again! Hope you are well and good and happy and starting to feel settled.
May 28, 2009 at 12:41 pm
I’m feeling the mantle setup. Thanks for the tour.
I think a harp beats a piano any day, something you don’t see every day.
October 5, 2009 at 12:54 am
hey!
are you still around?