Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, June 29, 2007
sweet, gentle lullabies
The children have a conceit that Frowsty, Iris's inordinately fluffy and charismatic cat, is an immortal and royal entity. Lola sang softly to him tonight, "You are the king, the king of everything. You are the king of Mommy! You are the king of the BIG OLD BUTT [punctuating this by slapping me repeatedly on the butt as I brushed my teeth], the big old butt, the BIG OLD BUTT, you are the king of the BIG OLD BUTT."
Posted by the Drunken Housewife at 11:32 PM
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LOLZ. I remember, while getting ready for a bath with my mom when I was about five, smacking her on the butt and crowing "fat bottom!". She got really upset for some reason
ah... so FROWSTY is the king of the house huh? poor poor SH.
He's not just the king of the house. The children call him "Frowstomatic the Immortal God, King of the Universe." Their father is called either "Dada" or "Anton."
wow. that's quite a title for a cat. the other pets must be humbled in his presence. as well as you and anton.
He's a mysterious and charismatic animal, the Frowst. When the head of my cat rescue was dropping off some kittens, she stopped in mid-sentence as Frowst walked into the room and said, "He's... SO.... BEAUTIFUL." Even Anton likes him more than the other cats.
Maybe he is a royal entity. Sounds feasible to me. Big old butt, that's not kind.
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