I am sure that we have all been exposed to countless strange animal clips on YouTube, but for me the expression on this cat's face is priceless. Of course I might react the same if someone blasted Richard Strauss at me from behind.
Ban, a dog which has been rescued at sea off the coast of Kesennuma, Japan, was reunited with the owner on Monday more than three weeks after being washed away by the killer tsunami triggered by the March 11 earthquake. Japanese broadcaster NTV aired images of the reunion with the woman hugging Ban and the dog warmly wagging her tail. The dog was rescued on Friday after being found drifting on a roof.
"After watching a TV news report on the rescue, the owner of the female dog visited the animal care center where she was being looked after, to take her back. 'We'll never let go of her,' the owner was quoted as saying by a center official, while the dog happily wagged her tail when the owner appeared." [Kyodo news]
"A German man has unofficially married his cat after the animal fell ill and vets told him it might not live much longer, Bild newspaper reports. It says Uwe Mitzscherlich, 39, paid an actress 300 euros (£260,$395) to officiate at the ceremony, as marrying an animal is illegal in Germany.
Mr Mitzscherlich said he had wanted to tie the knot before his asthmatic cat Cecilia died. The cat and groom have lived together for 10 years. "Cecilia is such a trusting creature. We cuddle all the time and she has always slept in my bed," Mr Mitzscherlich, a postman from the eastern town of Possendorf, told Bild. Actress Christin-Maria Lohri, who officiated the ceremony, was quoted as saying: "At first I thought it was a joke. But for Mr Mitzscherlich it's a dream come true".
Imagine this scenario: You are inside your home when suddenly, with no warning, policemen burst inside, tie you up [and your mother-in-law], and then shoot your two black Labrador pets. You are innocent of any crime, as were your dead dogs.
A local politician plans to request a federal investigation into the actions of police officers who raided his house and shot his dogs last month during a drug investigation, according to The (Baltimore) Sun.
The Washington Post reports that investigators in Prince George's County, Md., didn't have a so-called "no-knock warrant" when they stormed the residence of Berwyn Heights Mayor Cheye Calvo on July 29.
"This crime was compounded by law enforcement when it illegally invaded the Calvo home, tied up the mayor and his mother-in-law, and killed the family dogs," Timothy Maloney, the family's attorney, tells the paper. "The Calvo family is still waiting for an explanation from law enforcement as to how this could possibly have happened."
The SWAT team moved in after Calvo retrieved a box of marijuana from the front steps. Investigators had a standard search warrant, which requires officers to announce themselves before entering the premises, when they kicked in the front door, shot the black Labs and detained the occupants.
Calvo and his wife, Trinity Tomsic, whose name was on the package, denied having any knowledge of the drugs.
The Post says investigators have since charged two people, including a deliveryman, with shipping drugs to "unsuspecting recipients" whose addresses were being used as waystations in the drug trade.
Rich bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others.
De toutes les aberrations sexuelles, la pire est la chasteté. (Of all the sexual aberrations, the worst is chastity.)
Yes, I too remain, now in my dotage, unpartnered. Not for lack of trying, and actually succeeding in one instance for 15 years. But it was a very strange relationship, based primarily on a mutual love of horticulture. But then after a decade and a half it just withered, from lack of nourishment perhaps. The two partnerships that I had built my dreams on were all too brief, and both ended in the death of that cherished person. A bummer to be sure.
So surrounding myself with books, and a lovely Siamese cat companion, does seem an adequate response.
Discovered the website of Terry Colon, the illustrator mentioned in the previous post about Suck.com. Great place to visit, but don't expect to be there for a short while since it requires multiple visits to absorb, appreciate, and enjoy even a small amount of this man's artistic, and verbal, genius.
Especially enjoyed his essay on cats since I am a 'cat person'. Don't get me wrong, I also enjoy the company of dogs, but can't abide dog shit scattered about my well manicured garden like foul smelling, unclaimed easter eggs. Cats carefully hide their poo in well constructed, neat and tidy, little grave mounds. Anyway Terry Colon's cat essay begins:
How and why were cats ever domesticated? I can see the case for dogs, they're useful. But cats are too small to pull a sled. They can't be used to herd sheep or any type of livestock bigger than a chicken. Nobody herds chickens anyway. You can't take a cat hunting. Fire a shotgun one time and it'll bolt. Scaredy-cat! They will hunt mice, in which case it'll leave the headless carcass on your pillow as a trophy. And forget about protection, should an intruder break in you'll find they made it under the bed to hide well before you did.
Basically what we get from cats is a purring ball of warm fur to sit on our lap and not much more. Oh, they entertain us chasing string and things, but we're at their beck and call for the most part. I admit they are self-cleaning and have tidy bathroom habits, but we have to clean their toilets. This preening and fussing over their fur comes at a price when they cough up fur balls, which for some reason they prefer to do on carpeting rather than any wipeable flooring surface. Their razor-like claws can penetrate any upholstered furniture, or pant leg, with unfortunate results.
So, why do we put up with cats? I guess it's really more that cats put up with us. And why wouldn't they? Cat's get a good deal out if it. Without asking much in return we feed them and give them a warm place to sleep. Now sleeping is the one thing cats are really good for, they seem to do it 80% of the time. Which rather belies the whole idea of a catnap being a short siesta rather than almost a lifestyle. . . . . .
There is more choice vocabulary relating to cats, but check it out for yourself.