Why the old-timey sounding name?
Because it asks a question that we kind of think we already know the answer to. And the question itself comes from a line in one of Abby’s favorite childhood poems: “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’
Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Our question comes from the Pussycat’s very clear statement to the owl in the 2nd stanza: “too long have we tarried.” Lear wrote and published this poem in 1871. But it seems to us (from some of the perplexed and confounded responses to our own relationship) that much of society still thinks there’s an appropriate and prescribed amount of time within which a couple should be married.
We’ll let you guess what you think our answer to the question is. We’ll also let you guess who’s the owl and who’s the pussycat.