I’ll tell you what happened to her – she went nucking futs.
Last night I was trying to think of someone a middle-aged woman might consider a hero, and for some reason the first person that popped into my head was Paula Poundstone. After a good laugh (nothing sadder than laughing alone!) I looked her up and found her website.
She now has 10 cats and you can write to one of them, Heppy, for advice. I’m all for cute cat-chat, but this is far from funny, especially for a “comedienne”:
My cat Petey (a girl) is mean to my cat Sally (also a
girl). How can I get Petey to be nicer?
Hep says you’re the second person she has met from
Duh. Freaky, huh?
She wants to know how you’re defining “mean”. For
example, she says, she wacks Bagheera in the head
every time she comes within two feet of her, which Hep
points out is not mean, but rather life as it should
be. Besides, she says that Bagheera, who is dumb as a
dust puppy on every other level, can now measure two
feet with remarkable accuracy.
I’m not laughing.
CLICK HERE to visit Paula’s website and get lost in the sad madness of a discarded celebrity.