Half-day off to take my daughter Biscuitmarie for her followup - last week the vet had a personal emergency, so I hope that went well, he's such a good guy - but, thinking of Biscuit and her idiosyncrasies, I wondered if maybe she is the Reincarnation of Nabokov.
Her latest thing is to sit in the bathtub, with its incessant drip, and wet her head under it, so, upon her later leaping bedward, a scant touch reveals her little noggin to be drenched.
Now - she's getting up in years. Whatever comforts she takes are fine with me.
But I remembered reading that Nabokov, in his dotage, had said that one of his greatest pleasures was
to sit in the tub and squeeze a sponge of warm water over his head.!!!
1. Her mental acuity is on a par with, and often exceeds, that of Vladimir.
2. In her youth, she was quite nymph-y and coquettish, as VN would likely be in reincarnation...and if a butterfly were to make it into our apartment, she would likely follow it around.
3. Nabokov wrote
Pale Fire; Biscuit has
pale fur, particularly around her nose and chin...and he also wrote the story "The Vane Sisters" and both of our cats can be quite vain, at times.
4. VN died in 1977, Biscuit was born in 1994 (estimate)...so there is NO overlap.
5. Martin Amis is obsessed with them both
Although maybe I exaggerate? Think so?
Well, read this:
“Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.”
Think fast of Biscuitmarie. Now think of Nabokov.
Which one said it?
It's spring, but it's cold. I love it. It makes me feel like I did when little. I remember walking up the little hill (hillock?) behind my house to tell my dad something as he cut the grass. Ah, the super-charged green...anyway, a song that somehow always makes the playlist this time of year because it makes me feel cold spring-y is below.
