GLENMONT ROAD, 1980s – We three neighbor ladies rallied around the TV at R’s house for our annual pre-Easter viewing of the 1933 version of “King Kong” on a local UHF station, featuring the incomparable Fay Wray.
“Super Host,” a dumpy guy sporting a baggy Superman costume, red nose and ridiculous giggle presided as Sultan of Schlock. Joining us was a pregnant cat with her hidden agenda.
The bill of fare featured several six-packs of “Heine,” our swill of choice. We sat on the floor with the windows open, enjoying a freakish 85-degree day. Sex was in the air, but we didn’t care.
Super Host and Willis O’Brien’s groundbreaking special effects mesmerized us. Except for occasional grunts of “More swill!,” we were engrossed.
Then a classic cat moment occurred. As Kong ravished the village, chomping on flailing warriors and grinding hapless natives into pulp under his hairy feet, Ms. Kitty went into labor. We quickly switched to midwife mode and Kong was forgotten.
Ah, cats do love attention!
No matter. We had five newborns to celebrate, which required … MORE SWILL!
Nice one, Max. Funny yet heart warming, in the midst of our 90-degree days, for us cat moms.