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Why Women Caterwaul.
And why my wife will never be Julie Newmar.
“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.” Garrison Keillor
My wife’s on an existential warpath, a sure sign the granddaughters are going to grow up crazy. That said, I don’t want them crazy per se, just quieter, and possibly civilized again.
They haven’t been civilized all morning — and they aren’t even here at our house. This is all on Facetime, one of those wonderful ways to “reach out and touch someone,” especially if you really don’t feel like actually touching — or reaching, for that matter.
This, of course, isn’t true in my wife’s case. She loves her granddaughters, and would love to be with them every minute.
Unfortunately, you need a tremendous amount of energy to keep up with them, and Winona’s no spring chicken.
The result is pitiful, and not at all what cats sound like, even in the most dire of circumstances.
She’s in what she calls the “terrible sixties,” a time to impart wisdom on the younger generation by way of, well, caterwauling.
Today, she’s screeching and howling, asking the girls (granddaughters) to do the same. The result is pitiful, and…
