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.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Recently I picked up some new foster kittens. The head of my program wanted to give me a litter of three plus a singleton kitten. She had the paperwork ready for me; it was just a matter of rounding up the correct kittens in her spacious home. After a while, she grew impatient and grabbed the next tabby she saw. "Close enough," she remarked.
Posted by the Drunken Housewife at 8:47 AM
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Oh wow, she must just live in kitten overload.
I am infinitely jealous.
any cat in a storm.
woman of science -
i. too, am jealous. but for me it would be puppies. and i'd just end up keeping them all.
The kitten was in the right place at the right time.
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