Monday, 14 September 2009

With this ringworm I thee wed

Far be it from me to ponder the impossible cuteness of Beatrice and Harriet when I could be dissecting the usurpation of organised religion by psychotherapy, complaining about the season finale of The Farmer Wants a Wife (to say nothing of the semi-finale, the demi-semi finale, the hemi-demi-semi finale, and all the lesser episodes that preceded the protracted denouement of this brave tribute to the embattled white Australian heterosexual), and/or marking the seventy-thousand-and-three essays that repose before me – but right now, where Beatrice and Harriet are at, is, in fact, Newsville Central.* Not because they have perfected the transverse slumber manoeuvre (difficulty level: 7.5).


Nor because Beatrice has been apprentriced to the Ladderers Guild.


Nor because it is only a matter of time before I wake up choked to death.


No. Harriet and Beatrice trump all else in newsworthiness because after three months of quarantine, daily butterings with SolveEasy Tinea and close encounters with the fungicide of doom, they are almost ringworm free! And when that happy day arrives, we'll be posting out the invitations to their Cat Mitzvah.


* This is, in fact, a proper sentence.

8 comments:

vague said...

I can confirm that it is impossible (not to mention useless) to even think about grading essays when there are cute animals around.

You look very cozy there!

Pavlov's Cat said...

The cuteness, it burns! (In a good way.)

WV: ravisi. Well, exactly.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

It warms, anyway, especially when the beast is keeping one's neck in its place.

Yes, the grading impossible is.

Ampersand Duck said...

Aahhhhh... your cats complete me.

And that sentence is so proper it's demanding cucumber sandwiches without crusts.

[WV=adentsyl, which sounds like something you're using on the cats]

Jayne said...

It is the secret mission of all cats (should they choose to accept their assignment) to subvert the human race to simply wait in adoration on the superior race of felines to whom we shall forever be enslaved.....

JahTeh said...

You are a good mother, the children are doing fine and in the way of all things cute are on the road to ruling the world.

Mitzi G Burger said...

Will you set up a gift register at Pet Barn for the Cat-Mitzvah like a good felinish mother? Perhaps some family friends and I can put in a for a beautiful bound edition of the Talmouse? It goes without saying that there will be Gefilte Fish at the reception.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Thanks Jahteh - that means a lot, coming from you.

&Duck, your completion completes me.

And Mitz, I'm still negotiating what they'll read from the Talmouse. I'm quite a fan of the Book of Lamingtonations, for obvious reasons, but it ain't got much to do with Being a Cat.