21 December 2007

Cathouses

My elementary class provided another moment of merriment today. I was working with one of my students out of our book, which had a picture of various things attempting to prompt statements about what someone has to do before going on vacation. One of them was a picture of a cat.

My student was thinking of a kennel, but didn't know the word in English. So she said "have to put the cat in the cathouse", and I burst out laughing.

I did explain to her that in America, a cathouse is a house of prostitution.

This does make me wonder, though, why a doghouse is a place your dog (or cheating husband) lives, but a cathouse is a place for women who earn their daily bread on their backsides. Hmm....
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2 comments:

Cathy Wilheim said...

I don't know how that "dated" feeling creeps into your life. I just know that it does -- and it seems that it does so earlier and earlier in life.

I am reminded of one day that you and your father were playing a computer game, when you asked him "What computer games did you play when you were little." Your dad explained that when he was small, computers were as big as a house and not very powerful. No one would waste time on a computer by playing a game.

You then asked what tapes he had watched when he was a child. "There were no VCR tapes when I was a child," your father said. "There were no VCRs. To watch a program on TV, you had to turn on the TV at exactly the time the program was shown and sit and watch it then. No time shifting."

You pondered this for a moment and asked "Did you have a horse or a car?"

21 December, 2007 22:20
Anonymous said...

That reminds me of the way my son looked at me as if I had four heads when I explained to him that I'd never in my life made a one-hour cell-phone call because we still have, ya know, a land-line phone at home. It's the same land-line phone that he grew up with, but he's, like, so "passed that" now. (Yawn.)

:)

24 December, 2007 20:27

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