Sabrina’s grandmother supported Sabrina when Sabrina “Lost her Virtue”.
Perhaps an explanation is called for. If there was one thing seventeen year old Sabrina shared with her boyfriend it was love of cats. Billy was nineteen and worked as a mechanic apprentice, but every day after work, I mean every day, he would meet up with Sabrina and apparently they would feed their cats and talk about cats. For hours.
Sabrina had only two cats, but Billy had four. He lived “out the back” of his parents’ house, so Sabrina transferred her two cats to Billy’s place. That meant company for the cats during the day, and then after work they could feed both lots of cats together. Every day Sabrina and Billy would spend several hours “out the back” in Billy’s quarters feeding and talking cats. Well – maybe they occasionally talked about other things, but they were most passionate about cats. At least, cats were their excuse.
One day, the inevitable happened. Sabrina came home (she lived with her grandmother) in a ripe old state. What a mess she was in. Tears and more tears. She could hardly speak she was so upset. But eventually she managed to tell grandmother that she had lost her Virtue.
Don’t worry, said Grandmother kindly. We shall get you another cat to replace Virtue.
My Canadian niece has thrown doubt into the mix. She doesn’t believe the lost Virtue was a cat.
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It’s such an old fashion phrase – I’m surprised your niece in Canada is familiar with the phrase.
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I do like Canadian Cousins!
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She’s just an old-fashioned girl; it runs in the family. Snicker.
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I can picture you sitting at your laptop this very minute, in your sensible shoes, hair in a bun, getting ready to starch the linen serviettes.
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I have asked you before to remove the spy camera.
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The camera! Thanks! I had forgotten it was there! I’ll check it out.
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It’s such a nice thing to have supportive family members.
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Yes- mine were very supportive; they held the door open for me (when I was getting out. “Out” is not the right word, I simply meant when I was leaving the house but can’t find the back space on my new keyboard).
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Keyboards are tricky things.
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We clearly have similar experiences.
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Why do I have a feeling there was not even a single cat(ch) between the two? All they had between them was Virtue. The mystery is what took them so long to arrive at the cat-a-clysm.
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I suspect pre-cat-a-clysm might have involved a bit of hanky-panky.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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