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Years ago, long before the Coogee Bay Hotel scandal, my sister, best friend Andrea and I used to play dog poo games. Our favourite was finding a turd that had turned greyish-white with age. Just why does this happen, I used to wonder. We would stomp on them and watch them disintegrate immediately. The other thing we noticed was how they didnt smell as bad as a fresh turd. Another thing we did was invent stories about a little girl who would pick up dog poo and squash them into oblong shapes before wrapping them up in foil and presenting them to someone as chocolate.
As for fresh turds, we kept well away from them, knowing from personal experience how smelly they were. I remember my sister squealing after she accidentally stepped on dog poo. She screamed and screamed until I cleaned the dog poo off her shoes.
But back to the white turds. It turns out I am not the only one who wonders why they turn grey. Just check this out:HERE .
Photo of urine pus cells by Microrao. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Whilst I was working away one day, my colleague told me he had an important announcement to make: I have finished looking at all the images on the I can has Cheezburger? web site.
My jaw dropped in amazement. Somehow, he managed to plough through six hundred pages of funny cat photos. He told me he had started in chronological order before switching to the reverse. Eventually, he hit the middle.
What am I going to do during my breaks? he asked.
What about FAIL Blog? I asked. Apart from Cheezburger, FAIL Blog is his favourite website.
Ive done that, too.
Engrish?
Ive also done that one.
I shook my head in amazement. I read books during my lunch break so I dont understand the fascination of spending my free time on the computer.
I decided to take a short break as well. I started laughing as I told him about the Tonkinese-looking cat that, according to its name tag, was called Pus (pronounced Puss) that I saw on an episode of RSPCA Animal Rescue.
The RSPCA officer pronounced the cats name as Puss but do you think the owners did intend to call it Pus? I asked him.
I think they couldnt spell. Can you imagine someone saying, Here, Pus, Pus, Pus, Pus
Thats disgusting.
Disgusting is also my sisters favourite word. She uses it whenever she finds something offensive. Her use is so commonplace that my friend Fred once joked, Your sister should take out a patent on that word. Thats disgusting. Everythings disgusting.
Like many shoppers, I find it hard to resist a sale. So when one of my favourite book shops had a 20 per cent off everything sale, I decided it was time to get some more cat books.
Hence, Glamourpuss: The Enchanting World of Kitty Wigs by Julie Jackson: HERE.
At first, I thought the book was silly but also funny. And I was not the only one: when I went to pay for it, the lady at the counter burst out laughing. Can you imagine a book featuring a dozen or so cats wearing tiny wigs, designed especially to fit on their little kitty heads? I marvel at the hours of patience it must have taken to get these shots; I cannot imagine Butterscotch letting someone put a wig on his head, much less him being amiable enough to sit there and let some human take photographs of him in undignified poses.
Despite its silliness, the book has an important message: all the feline models had been rescued or adopted. The author asks the reader to consider getting a cat from an animal shelter. The beauty of the feline subjects, particularly Boone the Siamese cat, proves that the idea that animal shelters only have stray, non-pedigree or cats that have something wrong with them is nothing more than a myth.
Ahhh. Found: two videos showing the beauty of Jetoys Choo Choo diaries. I have both, courtesy of Zakka House, my local Jetoy retailer. This habit is truly dead money: I buy the diaries but because I love the artwork so much, I refuse to use them. Instead, I think of them as coffee table books, books to flick through when I want to see splendid artwork. My sister would yell at me if she could. That said, she prefers my current Jetoy obsession to my previous Prada obsession. At least my wallet has a chance to recover. Looking at the diaries artwork also helps me fall asleep.
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Spotted in Paddington: a gold plaque with the name of a veterinarian at Paddington Cat Hospital: Melissa Catt. Purr-fect! Coincidentally, this is where HEREButterscotch and Gingersnap get treated. Go, Melissa.
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During summer, a colleague was telling me how she shaved her cat. I asked her why and she said it was because her cat became really hot from the heat and she was trying to put an end to its misery. That reminded me of the time Brett told me about Butterscotch and Gingersnap spending all day lying on the floor during a stinking hot day. It was their way of staying cool. That said, Brett did not shave his cats.
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I was telling my cat loving school friend about the clip I saw of Butterscotch being forced to play air drums when he emailed me the below video.
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Blogging is getting easier now I have a cat crazy friend who keeps emailing me funny feline clips. No, this is not my cat loving colleague but an old school friend who lives in Utah. He has many Mormon neighbours but he is not part of the sect. He also has his own cat which he had when he lived in Australia. Like any responsible companion animal owner, when he had to move to the U.S., he asked his neighbours if they would mind cat sitting for a year. They said yes but this has now stretched to two years. Oops. I wonder who is paying for all the cat food.
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