Tag Archives: Pets

Something Fishy


Something Fishy

Scientists have debunked the popular myth that fish have poor memories, training African cichlid fish to go to one end of a tank for food. Even after 12 days, the fish demonstrated that they remembered their training. And when trained to associate the other end of the tank with food, they were able to override the previous training and form a new memory. More… Discuss

Dolly Parton – Coat of many colors


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Dolly Parton – Coat of many colors

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WORD: CATERWAUL


caterwaul 

Definition: (verb) To cry or screech like a cat in heat.
Synonyms: yowl
Usage: Ever since the neighborhood strays chose my garden as the place to congregate and caterwaul, I have not had a sound night’s sleep. Discuss.

 

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THE DOG ATE MY…


The Dog Ate My…

The “dog ate it” excuse may not cut it in the classroom, but the US Treasury is apparently more receptive to this explanation than the typical schoolteacher, and for that at least one person can be grateful. A Montana man who mailed in the remnants of what he claimed were five $100 bills eaten by his one-eyed dog received a $500 check to replace the currency. The pet owner was nothing if not committed, following his dog around for days after the incident, collecting its droppings and eventually picking out and washing the digested bill fragments. Unpleasant as they were, his efforts ultimately paid off. More… Discuss

 

Can we teach cats to drink with straws? Or may be we could ask geneticias to develop a straw drinking cat: the food industry needs that.



         The food industry needs geneticists (I’m sure someone willl consider the project of interest) to genetically modify cats, so they too can drink using straws, just like humans do: Why else would they provide straws with cat food containers?  It reminds me of  a fable: “Le renard et la Cigogne” by La Fontaine.

Great video by the way: Thanks Twinklybird!

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XVIII.

Jean de La Fontaine 

Le Renard et la Cigogne

Compère le Renard se mit un jour en frais,

Et retint à dîner commère la Cigogne.
Le régal fût petit et sans beaucoup d’apprêts :
        Le Galant pour toute besogne,
        Avait un brouet clair (il vivait chichement).
        Ce brouet fut par lui servi sur une assiette :
        La Cigogne au long bec n’en put attraper miette ;
        Et le drôle eut lapé le tout en un moment.
        Pour se venger de cette tromperie,
À quelque temps de là, la Cigogne le prie.
« Volontiers, lui dit-il, car avec mes amis
                Je ne fais point cérémonie. “
        À l’heure dite, il courut au logis
                De la Cigogne son hôtesse ;
                Loua très fort la politesse ;
                Trouva le dîner cuit à point.
Bon appétit surtout ; Renards n’en manquent point.
Il se réjouissait à l’odeur de la viande
Mise en menus morceaux, et qu’il croyait friande.
                On servit, pour l’embarrasser,
En un vase à long col et d’étroite embouchure.
Le bec de la Cigogne y pouvait bien passer,
Mais le museau du Sire était d’autre mesure.
Il lui fallut à jeun retourner au logis,
Honteux comme un Renard qu’une Poule aurait pris,
        Serrant la queue, et portant bas l’oreille.
                Trompeurs, c’est pour vous que j’écris :
                Attendez-vous à la pareille.

 

Cats Forever: A Small Token Of Appreciation and In Memory of Helen Sanders


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Yesterday I was visiting the River’s End Cafe, on the beach, at Seal Beach, so I took few pictures of the place. It is one of those places build to remind one of the feel of the past. It is the place to have a bite, like after you a shower on the  beach to wash the ocean and the sand from your overly sun exposed skin: Will that pass for a suntan or a sunburn to your friends at the North Pole? Only time can tell-give it a few hour.
Like I was saying, here I am, taking in the fresh air, and moderate temperature of May, and admiring the architecture of the place, its color, the plants, bushes, and trees, and waiting for a hummingbird to get its lunch from the nectar of one of the flower nature designed especially for them (or may be it is the other way around).
And then I see it the Helen Sanders Memorial Plaque right at my feet, one corner of the ceramic tile broken already. But what about the dream: Was her dream turned activism, and foundation of care for stray cats broken? I thought, since I was there I could remind you of her, and her work.

 

 

The rest is up to you: If you wish to adopt a cat, or donate to the cause of Helen Sanders, visit the website: http://www.helensanderscatpaws.com/

One has to be passionate about something in life: What are you passionate about?