I saw leo kottke last night, magical
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
And This
A Knight in Shining Armour
Monday, February 18, 2008
Kitten Update
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
A Tail of 3 Kittens (free to good homes)
This blog is pretty much posted for the Aussies .
I have been looking after a feral mother cat, and her 3 kittens for the last 3 months.
I first came across her and her newborn kittens when I heard them miaowing in an abandoned building down the road. On investigation, there were 5 of them, about 2 days old.Unfortunately one of them had already died.
I didn't know the house was empty, so I left a note under the door for the owners. I returned the next day, but she had disappeared with 3 of them, leaving one of them behind.
I took him home and called him Edgar Wexman.
Little Edgar Wexman
We fed the little tyke around the clock every 2 hours with special kitten formula, and for 3 weeks he seemed to be thriving, but then unfortunately the poor little bugger abruptly lost weight, and died. It broke my heart.
In the meanwhile I found the mum , still at the house, and started feeding her everyday.
She became extremely attached to me, would sit in my lap purring, follow me everywhere and tried to call the 3 kittens to me, but not being around people, they were totally wild.
This went on for the next 2 months, and then we trapped mum and the kittens and brought them home. The plan being, keep them in my basement, domesticate them, and re-home the kittens, and de-sex and keep Mum (who I have called Petal).
Unfortunately Petal clawed her way through the fortifications I made to the room they were in, and moved them into the underneath inaccessible part of the basement.
So there they were, living in my basement, running away every time they saw me, getting wilder and wilder, shoving themselves into bits of brickwork I didn't know were there, escaping through tiny holes into the back of the house , falling down between the double brick work in the walls (we had to sledge hammer one of them out) and peeing and crapping everywhere.
Then the basement flooded in the heavy rain, they were trapped on islands of old furniture, surrounded by a foot of water. I had to leave the door open to try and dry it out, which I didn't think would be a problem, as I have done it before and they always stayed where mum and the food was.
Then Petal decided she didn't like the wet smelly digs (I cant blame her) and moved the whole family back down the bloody road to the original abandoned building.
So this is where we are now , I am feeding them again everyday. I am going to trap them again in the next few days, which brings me to point of this blog.
I desperately need to find homes for them.
They are really cute, black and white, getting less timid, very healthy, fat and fluffy.
I am trying to get photos of them to post.
There is a little girl who I have called Sandy, she is the boldest out of all of them, and will let me pick her up. The 2 boys, Randy & Andy, are bigger and more timid.
If they are taken while they are this young, they will settle down once they are with people, as they already let me sit with them while they are eating.
I have rung up every cat place I can think of to take them, but as they are really timid, all they say is they will put them down.
I am running out of options with them, and getting desperate.
So, if anyone wants them, please email me at: notwhatitseems1@gmail.com and I will arrange for them to be picked up.
Thanks
Enigma
I have been looking after a feral mother cat, and her 3 kittens for the last 3 months.
I first came across her and her newborn kittens when I heard them miaowing in an abandoned building down the road. On investigation, there were 5 of them, about 2 days old.Unfortunately one of them had already died.
I didn't know the house was empty, so I left a note under the door for the owners. I returned the next day, but she had disappeared with 3 of them, leaving one of them behind.
I took him home and called him Edgar Wexman.
Little Edgar Wexman
We fed the little tyke around the clock every 2 hours with special kitten formula, and for 3 weeks he seemed to be thriving, but then unfortunately the poor little bugger abruptly lost weight, and died. It broke my heart.
In the meanwhile I found the mum , still at the house, and started feeding her everyday.
She became extremely attached to me, would sit in my lap purring, follow me everywhere and tried to call the 3 kittens to me, but not being around people, they were totally wild.
This went on for the next 2 months, and then we trapped mum and the kittens and brought them home. The plan being, keep them in my basement, domesticate them, and re-home the kittens, and de-sex and keep Mum (who I have called Petal).
Unfortunately Petal clawed her way through the fortifications I made to the room they were in, and moved them into the underneath inaccessible part of the basement.
So there they were, living in my basement, running away every time they saw me, getting wilder and wilder, shoving themselves into bits of brickwork I didn't know were there, escaping through tiny holes into the back of the house , falling down between the double brick work in the walls (we had to sledge hammer one of them out) and peeing and crapping everywhere.
Then the basement flooded in the heavy rain, they were trapped on islands of old furniture, surrounded by a foot of water. I had to leave the door open to try and dry it out, which I didn't think would be a problem, as I have done it before and they always stayed where mum and the food was.
Then Petal decided she didn't like the wet smelly digs (I cant blame her) and moved the whole family back down the bloody road to the original abandoned building.
So this is where we are now , I am feeding them again everyday. I am going to trap them again in the next few days, which brings me to point of this blog.
I desperately need to find homes for them.
They are really cute, black and white, getting less timid, very healthy, fat and fluffy.
I am trying to get photos of them to post.
There is a little girl who I have called Sandy, she is the boldest out of all of them, and will let me pick her up. The 2 boys, Randy & Andy, are bigger and more timid.
If they are taken while they are this young, they will settle down once they are with people, as they already let me sit with them while they are eating.
I have rung up every cat place I can think of to take them, but as they are really timid, all they say is they will put them down.
I am running out of options with them, and getting desperate.
So, if anyone wants them, please email me at: notwhatitseems1@gmail.com and I will arrange for them to be picked up.
Thanks
Enigma
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
For Your Viewing Pleasure
This is my favorite video . Go here for the complete experiance.
Gregory Colbert has used both still and movie cameras to explore extraordinary interactions between humans and animals. His exhibition, Ashes and Snow, consists of over 50 large-scale photographic artworks, a 60-minute film, and two 9-minute film haikus. The show will next open in Mexico City on December 15. This excerpt is entitled Feather to Fire, and is narrated in three languages by Laurence Fishburne (English), Ken Watanabe (Japanese), and Enrique Rocha (Spanish). More information about Gregory Colbert and Ashes and Snow is available at www.ashesandsnow.com. |
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The Important Things
My partner is getting perturbed by the amount of time I am spending on blogworld, but he said to me "Well, I cant get too worried, it doesn't have a dick or a wallet"
I found that really funny.
I found that really funny.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Conversations From the Other Side
(Disclaimer, please don't read this if you are suffering from a bereavement, it is not meant to be hurtful , and I understand all too well the grief that leads people to try and get some comfort from any means available).
Wombies last post about witches, reminded me that in my other life, I worked as a (quite well known) phycic, and people would ask me various stupid things. Like did I hear voices? Did I see things? I always told them I took medication for that, and particularly did I channel the dead?
And I would reply "No, and I don't do children's parties either "
But if I did channel the dead it would probably go something like this;
Wife-(Hermione)
"I just need to know if Horatio is alright, does he have any messages for me, is he O.K where ever he is?"
Me-*eyes crossing and glazing *
"Horatio is coming through, I can feel him around me.....hes coming.....he IS here, he does have something to tell you".
Hermione*leaning closer*
"What ? What does he want to say?'
Horatio- (through me)'
"He wants me to tell you he is happy and healthy"
Hermione - *suprised*
"Healthy? He weighed 240 kilos when he died, I nagged him all the time to go on a diet, and would he? NO,its what killed him. I told him he was a disgusting fat pig. But did he listen to me? No, he didn't" *strident voice* All he would say was "Yes dear'
Horatio- *slow ghostly voice*
"I lost all that weight , Hermione.I am now as slim as when we first married'.
Hermione -*peeved*
"Well I suppose that makes up for that looser dead end job you had".
Horatio.-* strong assured voice*
"I am now the director of a large multinational company, Hermione, my life is now one of abundance ".
Hermione, *getting really peeved*
"How on earth did that happen? A gutless unconfident looser like you? I told you all the time you had to be more aggressive, that it was a dog eat dog world, nice guys finished last, I even rang your boss for you, but nothing changed.
Horatio, * grave ghostly voice*
"All things are possible now Hermione."
Hermione*really pissed off*
Well, what else is happening? Do you have any friends there, I remember what a bunch of useless no hopers your friends were, I told you to get rid of them, but did you listen???? No , all you would say was "Yes Dear"
Horatio-
"I have many friends now Hermione."
Hermione- *angry*
"Well it sounds absolutely peachy for you, slim, lots of money, a great job, but I bet one thing hasn't changed, I bet you still cant get it up!!! *to me* I tried to put him on Viagra, but he said he wasn't interested, he said that because I weighed 350 kilos, it was uncomfortable for him. He always WAS a lazy selfish bastard."
Horatio, * preening *
"Actually Hermione, that has changed too. My twin 24 year old Playboy Bunnie friends have helped me with that little problem.They reckon I'm an absolute stud, and can't seem to get enough of me, it can get rather tiring though.
Hermione,
"Well , For Gods sake, arnt you interested in hearing anything about me???
Horatio
Yes Dear,
Hermione,* somewhat mollified*
Well, Horatio ,things haven't changed that much with me, I'm still working at the checkout, my legs still are swollen...I'm still smoking 3 packets a day, I still haven't moved out of the trailer park yet. I hoped to move with the money I got from your super...but that just seemed to disapear. I told you $500,00 wasn't enough super, but did you listen????
Horatio,
'Oh that a shame you havn,t moved from the trailer, Hermione. You would love the place I live in now, its on an island, a tropical paradise. Its like I always wanted, but never could afford because of your shopping addiction".
Hermione* screaming*
"Well , is there anything else you want to tell me about how bloody wonderful it is for you now that your dead!!!
Horatio- Yes ,Hermione there is,
I'M NOT DEAD!!!!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Self Reliance
Ne te quaesiveris extra."
"Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."
Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher's Honest Man's Fortune
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still."
Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher's Honest Man's Fortune
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
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