Science exam

Take a pen out, start sweating your pores out, get your hormones into over load and your feelings into culpability mode as we are having an exam. Today being friday, it shall be about science. We will see if you remember what was said in the last exciting classes. What did we talk about? Well furry balls.....puffy balls on four legs. What are they called?........Cats!!!! Yes, cats. OK for those who failed the question, well there is no hope for you, you have a gold fish memory span. Which can be good when you go out in pétasse-land in the evening. Though very bad if you wake up in a room that is not yours and beside someone you hardly know and cannot see as he is buried under his quilt.

So today we shall see how furr ball behaves when it see a bigger furr ball.....Would they amalgamate into an even bigger furr ball? See for yourselves!

 

Oh well this explains why you hardly see a single pussy in the Bear's Den..........

Sylvester Buggs?

Science day today......If you ever forgot your lovely puffy bunny with the merciless city predator cat the furrball. You should be anxious as nature states it, bunny will be eaten by the cat, after the latter one played mercilessfully with the poor victim. Nature can be cruel, and those under 18 years old or too sensitive should not watch the video below.

I did tell you that it would be gruesome....poor pussy cat...

CV

Today decided to write some CVs and cover letters for some jobs that seemed interesting enough. So sat down, started to look at the various descriptions, ooops, booked a plane ticket in the middle of all that, back to job description. Then tried to see who of my friends were on line to chat with them, and none were on line!!! Talk about friends when you need them!

So back to reading the job description, but then I sensed the urge to reply to surely all the zillions answers I must have got by surfing into not very decent websites and writing to people showing not very decent images of themselves. Got only two replies. So started meandring between those different pages with different nicks, and even got to the point to chat with someone who is as far away from my type as is the nearest liveable planet from earth. Now he started more or less harrassing me, bleeping me, sending me messages etc...OK, close the chat site and back to trying to write a CV. Suddenly the urge of clearing up the cellar was too strong and thought it would be a good idea.....and oh boy did I started to "pleurer ma mère" as the french say it so eloquently.

 

So no CV written, no cover letter started and stuck with a big mess clearing the cellar.....tomorrow will be a better day. Off I go and visit my friend spicynico 

Stupid cat

A friend decided to sit his bestest friend's cat. A lovely burmese with half a functioning neuron as brains. For those ignoramus maximus who do not know what a burmese fur ball looks like. I enclose (cute) pictures.

Anyway to cut the story short. What the cat decided to do was to take a stroll on the window ledge only to fall flat face on courtyard that happens to be three floors below. All this, direct live, in front of the keeper that was eating an apple at the time. What he saw as he described the scene was 1) cat on the ledge, 2) cat's head with paws holding the ledge, 3) two brown paws with claws out trying to hold onto the ledge, 4) just the ledge, 5) Screams from the courtyard.

Pussy stupid (un)lucky cat did not use his 9 lives and made a safe landing albeit with a broken leg that needed emergency surgery. Being an indoors cat, why insure it? Though now the owner surely regrets (and the friend too) as they had to cough up heaps of money to ensure the surgery and treatment is administered. So if you are thinking of sitting a pet, make sure you say "Yes sure I will take it but if something happens to your spoilt animal it is your responsibility" or ensure you are getting it bonsaified before hand (easier to handle). Unless you love heading to the vet emergency clinic at 4.00 am.

I do wonder if they are still best friends?