Saturday Surprise — Fun Animal Stories & Pics

It is finally Saturday, and time for Saturday Surprise.  I know you all have Christmas activities … shopping, baking, parties, shopping, decorating, wrapping, shopping, cleaning, and … did I mention shopping?  So, I really appreciate you taking a bit of time to spend here on this busy Saturday morning.  Like you guys, I have most of the listed activities to do this weekend also, so this morning’s Saturday Surprise may be a bit shorter than usual, but I just couldn’t let you guys down after the week we’ve all had!  If there is one thing I have learned since I started this feature, it is that one can never go wrong with cute or funny animal stories and pictures, so that is what I chose for today!

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This first story is about an orange cat named ‘George’.  We have an orange cat.  His name is … wait for it … “Orange”.  Yes, Miss Goose named him when she was 3 years old.  Anyway, back to George.  George’s housemate is Meloney Blayze from Petts Wood, south east London. Apparently Meloney is in the habit of letting George out the kitchen window early in the mornings to explore in the garden, and then, leaving the window open so he can return when ready, she returns to bed

One morning last week, when Meloney got up later in the day, as she passed George’s bed, she says she found herself thinking “hmm, those are not the cat’s ears”.  A return to the bed and a closer look revealed not George, but a fox had come through the window and was happily occupying George’s bed.  George was none too happy and was hissing at the fox, who, according to Meloney, was “acting like another member of the family who had been there for years and was confused about what all the fuss was about”.

Fox-1Ultimately, Meloney picked up the bed and dumped the fox out the window, restoring order once again.

Fox-2I just had to share this one comment from a reader on Bored Panda

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This next story reminds me of something I would do, being possessed of both a soft, squishy heart and near-blind eyes.

Eric and grandmaWhen Eric Hertlein went to visit his grandma in Kansas, he already knew she would have an array of cats, for she could never resist taking in a stray (gee, why does that sound familiar?)  Sure enough, there were three there at the time.  But wait!  One of those cats looked … oddish.  On closer inspection, Eric discovered not a moggie, but an opossum!  Even as Eric pointed out that the ‘cat’ was not, in fact, a feline, grandma “reassured me it was one of her cats.”  She had named this one Tete.

Tete-1Once Eric convinced grandma that Tete was, in fact, an opossum, she was nonchalant … “Well, he hasn’t bothered me yet, so I’m OK with him being here!”

Tete-2And once again, I loved this comment

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And I will end with some funny animal pictures. These are some of the winners of the  Funniest Wildlife Photos Of 2017.  The first one is a series of four pictures, the rest are singles.

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The Laughing Dormouse

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Hitching a Ride

WTF

WTF???

Again, I am orry about this one being a short post, but with only nine short days until Christmas, we all have plenty we need to be doing. Try to relax and enjoy whatever you do today, keep safe & warm, and have a wonderful weekend!  Hugs ‘n love from my house to yours!

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Saturday Surprise — John Lennon, A Tribute of Sorts

Welcome to Saturday Surprise and a cold beginning to the weekend.  I hadn’t given much thought to what to do for my Saturday Surprise post yesterday evening, for I was on a tear about my Friday pm topic, when an item plunked into my inbox and I thought, hmmmmm …. Maybe.  And so, while I was rolling smokes and baking cookies, I gave it some thought and decided it might be fun to take another glance at the past.  What was the item, you ask?  Well, yesterday, as it happens, was the 37th anniversary of the murder of John Lennon.  Some readers of this column may be too young to remember, but they still know who John Lennon and the Beatles were, no doubt, and anyway, most of my regular readers and myself remember quite well.  So, let us take a brief walk down memory lane and meet up again with Mr. John Lennon and by association, the Beatles.

Who Was John Lennon?

“John Lennon was born on October 9, 1940, in Liverpool, England. He met Paul McCartney in 1957 and invited McCartney to join his music group. They eventually formed the most successful songwriting partnership in musical history. Lennon left the Beatles in 1969 and later released albums with his wife, Yoko Ono, among others. On December 8, 1980, he was killed by a crazed fan named Mark David Chapman.”  – Biography.com

But that doesn’t really tell us much about him, does it?  Let’s dig a bit deeper. Lennon’s first band was actually called The Quarrymen, and was composed of Lennon and several school friends from Quarry Bank High School, which they attended. The name morphed from The Blackjacks to Johnny and the Moondogs to Japage 3, before finally becoming The Beatles in 1960. Lennon’s mother, Julia, taught her son to play the banjo and then showed Lennon how to tune his guitar in a similar way to the banjo, and taught him simple chords and songs.

Lennon and McCartney first met when The Quarrymen played St. Peter’s Church Rose Queen garden fête in Woolton on Saturday, July 6th, 1957, and McCartney was invited to join the band soon thereafter. Although he had practiced endlessly for his debut, McCartney played horribly at his debut performance on Friday, 18 October 1957, missing his opening cue and playing all the wrong notes!  Nerves? Everyone expected Lennon to say something sarcastic, but the sight of the always overconfident McCartney looking so crestfallen made Lennon laugh out loud instead.

Lennon and McCartney both started writing songs influenced by Buddy Holly, and both were impressed with each other’s efforts. The two began writing together, and their writing partnership would become very successful throughout the 1960s. As they began leaning more toward rock ‘n roll, many of the original band members left the band, and it became clear that they would need an additional guitar player. Enter George Harrison.

QuarrymenMcCartney recommended his school friend George Harrison, who first saw the group perform on February 6th, 1958 at Wilson Hall, where McCartney introduced him to Lennon. Harrison was only 14 at the time, and Lennon initially thought him too young.  McCartney, however, didn’t give up and set up various opportunities for Harrison to perform for Lennon.  Once Harrison turned 15, Lennon finally capitulated.  Later that year, with only the three of them left in the band, they changed their name to Japage 3 (combining letters from each of the member’s names: John, Paul, and George), but the name change lasted less than a year, and they went back to being The Quarrymen.

By March 1960, struggling to get gigs, the group changed their name once again, and this time the name would stick: the Beatles. In August of 1962, Richard Starkey, known professionally as Ringo Starr, left the band he was with, Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, and joined the Beatles as drummer, completing the band that would ultimately go on to fame and fortune. The group continued to perform around Liverpool and in Hamburg, Germany, before being signed to Parlophone Records in 1962. After their signing, the Beatles achieved worldwide fame and became one of the most popular and successful musical artists of all time, before breaking up in 1970.

The Beatles achieved mainstream success in the UK early in 1963. Lennon was on tour when his first son, Julian, was born in April. During their Royal Variety Show performance that was attended by the Queen Mother and other British royalty, Lennon poked fun at his audience: “For our next song, I’d like to ask for your help. For the people in the cheaper seats, clap your hands … and the rest of you, if you’ll just rattle your jewelery.”

After a year of Beatlemania in the UK, the group’s historic February 1964 US debut appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show marked their breakthrough to international stardom. A two-year period of constant touring, moviemaking, and songwriting followed, during which Lennon wrote two books, In His Own Write and A Spaniard in the Works.

Lennon grew concerned that fans who attended Beatles concerts were unable to hear the music above the screaming of fans, and that the band’s musicianship was beginning to suffer as a result. Lennon’s “Help!” expressed his own feelings in 1965: “I meant it … It was me singing ‘help'”

In March 1970 he was unknowingly introduced to LSD when a dentist, hosting a dinner party attended by Lennon, Harrison and their wives, spiked the guests’ coffee with the drug. When they wanted to leave, their host revealed what they had taken, and strongly advised them not to leave the house because of the likely effects. Later, in an elevator at a nightclub, they all believed it was on fire: “We were all screaming … hot and hysterical.”

In an interview in 1966, Lennon made a comment that would cause quite a stir in the U.S., but barely a blink in the UK …

“Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink … We’re more popular than Jesus now—I don’t know which will go first, rock and roll or Christianity.”

The furore that followed—burning of Beatles records, Ku Klux Klan activity and threats against Lennon—contributed to the band’s decision to stop touring. Their final commercial concert was on 29 August 1966, and Lennon missed touring so much that he considered leaving the band then. He was almost constantly under the influence of LSD throughout most of 1967.

Lennon left the Beatles in September 1969, and agreed not to inform the media while the group renegotiated their recording contract, but he was outraged that McCartney publicised his own departure on releasing his debut solo album in April 1970. Lennon’s reaction was, “Jesus Christ! He gets all the credit for it!” He later wrote, “I started the band. I disbanded it. It’s as simple as that.”

Lennon went on with his solo career, but I have neither time, space, nor inclination to chronicle at this time.  Fast forward to that historic day, December 8th, 1980.

Lennon and his wife, Yoko Ono, and their young son, Sean, were living in New York City at the Dakota, an old Gothic fortress at 1 W. 72nd Street. John and Yoko, returning home from a photo shoot, were greeted by fans begging for autographs.  One of those fans was a man named Mark David Chapman, who handed over his copy of “Double Fantasy” for Lennon to sign.

After a busy day of recording, John and Yoko headed home that evening arriving at 10:45 p.m. Just as they were about to enter their home, Chapman, who had been hanging outside the Dakota all day, pulled out a gun and fired five times, hitting John Lennon four out of the five in the back and shoulder.  John Lennon was pronounced dead on arrival at Roosevelt Hospital at 11:07 p.m. After shooting Lennon, Chapman put down his gun, sat down and waited for police to arrive while reading J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye.

And that was 37 years ago yesterday.  A legacy?  Sure, but also a human being who was subject to the same temptations and human frailties as we all are.  The man created some great music, though, and I share with you perhaps his most famous solo from the album of the same name, Imagine.

 

Imagine there’s no heaven

It’s easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there’s no countries

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace, you

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the world, you

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

Have a great weekend, my friends!

Saturday Surprise — Music, Music, Music

I had all but forgotten that today is Saturday, as I was preparing to write my a.m. post last night.  With all the news popping up yesterday, I was still trying to catch my breath and decide which direction I needed to go, when it hit me that it would be Saturday in just a few short hours and I hadn’t even thought of a theme for my Saturday surprise.  Along about then, a friend sent me a music clip to listen to, and as I listened, I found my mind drifting and wondering:  what were we listening to 50 years ago?

Then I remembered that when I was asking for suggestions for this new feature, several of the suggestions involved music.  I didn’t think it would be too fun to put only a bunch of music clips, but I am combining some things … a few clips, some interesting ‘this day in history’ facts pertaining to music, and a blurb or two about some of the songs that we were listening to 50 years ago.  So let’s start with the #1 song of 1967 by a Scottish singer named Lulu … the song is, of course, To Sir With Love

 

The song was, of course, the title song in the movie, based on a book of the same name,  a 1959 autobiographical novel by E. R. Braithwaite  In the movie, Sidney Poitier had the starring role as an unemployed black engineer who takes a job teaching an unruly class of white students in London’s East End. By the end of the film he has won over the undisciplined youngsters and has taught them to have self-respect.

Although To Sir With Love was never released as a single in the UK, it was the flip side of Neil Diamond’s The Boat That I Row in the U.S., and Lulu fared far better than Diamond on that one, spending five weeks in the #1 spot on the Billboard Hot 100, from October 21st through November 25th.

Other notable songs on the charts around this time in 1967 included two from the Monkees, I’m a Believer, and Daydream Believer. Also, a few that I still remember and like …

How about a bit of trivia?  On this day, December 2nd, in …

  • 1957, Al Priddy a DJ on US radio station KEX in Portland was fired after playing Elvis Presley’s version of ‘White Christmas’ The station management said, ‘it’s not in the spirit we associate with Christmas’. Wow …
  • 1967, The Monkees album, ‘Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones Ltd’ went to No.1 on the US album chart. It was their fourth album to sell over a million copies, following ‘The Monkees’, ‘More Of The Monkees’ and ‘Headquarters’.
  • 1969, Cindy Birdsong of The Supremes was kidnapped at knifepoint by a maintenance man who worked in the building she lived in. She later escaped unharmed by jumping out of his car on the San Diego freeway. The kidnapper was arrested in Las Vegas four days later.
  • 1976, The first day of the photo shoot for the forthcoming Pink Floyd Animals album cover took place at Battersea Power Station in London, England with a giant inflatable pig lashed between two of the structure’s tall towers. A trained marksman was hired ready to fire if the inflatable escaped, but was not needed on this, the first day. Unfortunately the following day the marksman hadn’t been rebooked, so when the inflatable broke free from its moorings, it was able to float away, eventually landing in Kent where it was recovered by a local farmer, reportedly furious that it had ‘scared his cows.’

I hope you enjoyed a musical trip down memory lane this morning.  Have a great weekend, my friends!  And I end this post with one of my favourites, Sir Duke by Stevie Wonder

 

Saturday Surprise — Black Friday!

Welcome to Saturday’s Surprise!  Since yesterday was that infamous Black Friday, the day where people lose all semblance of sanity in the U.S., I thought it was fair game for a humorous post.  Now, as most of you already know, I do not observe Black Friday in the way most do, for I am not much of a shopper under the best of circumstances, and definitely do not think shopping should result in life-threatening bruises and broken bones!  My Friday-after-Thanksgivings are spent safely ensconced in my home, curled up with a book or my laptop, sipping coffee, and munching on leftovers.  I have friends, however, who arise at 1 or 2 a.m. to go stand shivering in a long line, waiting for the doors of a store to open, then make a mad dash amidst a throng of hundreds for that much coveted piece of electronic wizardry or article of ‘must-have’ clothing, then stand in yet another line of hundreds, already having been punched, shoved, and possibly even knifed, to pay fifty cents less for the item than they would have paid the day before.  Insanity, I tell you!

That said, I thought there must be some funny stories about forays into the Black Friday jungle, and I was right … and so, today I share those with you.  Some will make you laugh, others will have you shaking your heads, wondering if the world has gone mad!  Some of these stories are from the poor retail workers whose jobs it is to serve the public, others from shoppers. I have not changed them, except to shorten them in some cases:

black friday 1“I worked for six yrs at a Johnny rockets(sic) in a mall as a server and management. We didn’t open early like the rest of the stores because we are a restaurant and well, we don’t serve breakfast.

Had people shake our gates screaming that they wanted food. [It] would be just me and a opener getting the chairs set out.

I pointed them towards the food court and told them we didn’t serve breakfast. A lady spit at me and told.me “I know you have bacon”

black friday 2“Someone punched a security guard in the face because he thought he was a customer skipping to the front of the line..he was just walking in the door to start his shift. So yeah, my town has those kind of people in it.”

black friday 3“An 80-year-old grandma tackled and then bear-maced a woman over fleece fabric at my store. The old lady wanted a cancer pink-ribbon fabric, and the woman she ultimately tackled had called ahead and ordered a bulk amount of it, because she works for a cancer organization and makes blankets for cancer patients.”

Black Friday Maxine“Back in my poor college days when I worked at walmart we had a fight break out over a bike. Fists were thrown and there was some blood. Eventually one guy got ahold of it and managed to get away from the crowd, he rode the bike out of the store to flee his pursuers (without paying).”

black friday 4“I think the craziest thing I ever did was camp out with my Texas relatives for the entire night before Thanksgiving. I don’t really ‘do’ Black Friday, but they do, so I decided I would try it. We brought a tent and a camp stove and set up in a Best Buy parking lot. And it was awesome! We made so many friends, some of whom I am still Facebook friends with today. I wouldn’t do it every year, but what I found was the event wasn’t so much about consumerism as it was togetherness. Also, nachos made on a camp stove in the Best Buy parking lot are the best.”

black friday walmart“I was at the mall with my sister, and we were packing up our car when a frazzled couple with a TON of bags came up to us. They said they would give us $20 if we drove their stuff home for them because their car was full. We agreed but realized on the way to their house we totally could have driven off with it — they didn’t ask our name or anything!”

black friday 5“I met my now husband on Black Friday! I saw him across the aisle at an electronics store and asked him for his thoughts on whether I should get x or y TV. He gave me some pointers and then gave me his phone number ‘in case I had any more questions.’ I texted him to thank him, and that was history!”

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“One year I went to a local book and gift store and spent $78 on a bunch of stocking stuffers. Then I got a call from my bank. The cashier accidentally charged me $7,800 and my account was super overdrawn!”

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“And there was this 11ish year old kid with a woman in her 60s. He was waiting for his 360 bundle. Woman before him had “gotten the last one,” sighs all around. Then he says “nope one more” and begins the motion of handing it to the kid and this guy comes out of no where and pushed the older woman and the kid. The kid hit his face on the edge of a video game rack, you know the one with the metal and plastic dividers.”

 

And in news about the country from yesterday, the following Black Friday headlines:

  • 1 shot at Missouri mall – One person was shot outside a Missouri college town mall on Thursday night, when stores opened for early Black Friday deals. An unidentified 19-year-old suffered life-threatening injuries in the parking lot shooting at the Columbia Mall.
  • Brawl shuts down Alabama mall – Police and firefighters responded to the Riverchase Galleria after 11 p.m. Thanksgiving after at least one fight on the second floor; a video shows two girls fighting.  A shoe was thrown during the melee, hitting a baby in the head.
  • Skipping the lines? – Some people have attempted to skip the lines at Walmart and Best Buy by wearing employee vests, either obtained from past employment or through social media users selling them online. Wal-Mart vests were being sold on one website for $100 each!

And so concludes another Saturday Surprise!  I hope you are all still safe and of sound mind if you participated in the Black Friday madness.  Enjoy the rest of your weekend, stay warm and keep safe!  Love ‘n hugs …

And to set the tone for the day, a favourite of mine … 

Saturday Surprise — Thanksgiving!

turkeyNext week brings Thanksgiving here in the U.S. Most of us both in the U.S. and abroad know about the traditional Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, that “officially” kicks off the Christmas season, and the turkey/stuffing/mashed potatoes and all the rest, topped off by traditional pumpkin pie, followed by football and people falling asleep with their mouths open.  But I thought it would be fun to kick it up a bit … see some of the stranger parts of the holiday … and top it off with a bit of history and a short, funny quiz.

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Food:

turkey-gravy-sodaTofurkey & Gravy Soda – If you’re a big soda drinker who loves Thanksgiving dinner, then your wildest dreams have come true. Jones Soda Co., which is famous for its limited-edition holiday concoctions, offers Tofurky & Gravy Soda this season. Based on the vegetarian Thanksgiving meal, the Tofurky flavor is vegan-friendly and sugar-free.

turkey-dinner-layer-cakeTurkey dinner layer cake – The ultimate one-stop Thanksgiving meal. What looks like a cake is actually alternating layers of stuffing and ground turkey mixed with instant oatmeal, “frosted” with mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes, and topped with lightly browned mini marshmallows.

pumpkin-pie-fortune-cookiesPumpkin Pie Fortune Cookies – If you’re feeling lucky this Thanksgiving, try these pumpkin pie–flavored fortune cookies from Fancy Fortune Cookies. Made with real pumpkin, ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg, the cookies come covered in dark, milk or white chocolate and contain one of five custom fortune cookie messages inside.

turkey-gravy-cranberry-cupcakeTurkey Gravy Cranberry Cupcake – Made by Los Angeles–based Yummy Cupcakes, the treat features a turkey-flavored cake that’s baked with savory turkey gravy, filled with cranberry relish and topped with cranberry cream cheese.

Lays-turkey-potato-chips.jpgLay’s Turkey Potato Chips – This savory chip is only available in China, and according to a contributor at Taquitos.net: “They really do taste like turkey with gravy…It’s like combining the best parts of Thanksgiving dinner, all in one bag.”

roasted-turkey-doritos.jpgRoasted Turkey Doritos – What’s better than roasted turkey? Roasted turkey-flavor Doritos. What’s better than roasted turkey-flavor Doritos? Roasted turkey–flavor Doritos in the shape of a Christmas tree, of course! Though these festive snacks aren’t available in the U.S., you can easily find them in Taiwan.

jelly-beansMashed Potatoes And Gravy Jelly Beans – Part of the unusual Harry Potter Bertie Bott’s Jelly Beans Bag, the Mashed Potatoes and Gravy beans are just two unusual flavors in a mix that includes everything from ketchup to sausage.


Facts:

Thomas JeffersonPresident Thomas Jefferson thought making Thanksgiving a National Holiday was “a ridiculous proposition.” – Thomas Jefferson was not a fan of Thanksgiving. Despite being first proclaimed by George Washington in 1789, Jefferson believed a national day of thanksgiving was not consistent with the principle of separation of church and state and refused to recognize the holiday in any of the eight years in which he was president of the United States.

ben franklinThe Turkey was Ben Franklin’s vote for the national bird. – After the Continental Congress adopted the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, it next tasked Benjamin Franklin—along with John Adams and Thomas Jefferson—with designing a seal to represent the new country. Given the opportunity to choose a national symbol, the Founding Father never suggested a turkey.

beerThe night before Thanksgiving is the single biggest day for bar sales in the U.S. – Four reasons:  1) Nearly all Americans have Thanksgiving off; 2) No one wants to entertain the night before hosting a big Thanksgiving meal; 3) Everyone is home for the holidays and wants to see old friends; 4) Thanksgiving dinner is a perfect hangover cure.


The first-ever Macy’s Day Parade actually took place on Christmas of 1924.

Macys 1926 paradeMacy’s employees dressed as clowns, cowboys, and other fun costumes, and traveled with Central Park zoo animals and creative floats a lengthy six miles from Herald Square to Harlem in Manhattan.

The parade was meant to draw attention to the Macy’s store in NYC, and the gimmick worked – more than 250,000 people attended the inaugural Macy’s Day Parade. It was decided that this NYC parade would become an annual NY event in Manhattan.

In 1927, Felix the Cat became the first giant balloon to ever take part in the Macy’s Day Parade. In 1928, Felix was inflated with helium, and without a plan to deflate this massive balloon, NYC parade organizers simply let Felix fly off into the sky. Unfortunately, he popped soon thereafter.

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The Macy’s Day Parade continued to let the balloons fly off in subsequent years, only these balloons would have a return address written on them, and whoever found the balloon could return the balloon for a prize from Macy’s. However, the results of this experiment weren’t exactly successful.

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Thanksgiving Trivia Quiz

A successful barley crop enabled the Pilgrims to wash down their Thanksgiving feast with what beverage?

  1. A) 7-Up
  2. B) Beer
  3. C) Bourbon
  4. D) Champagne

What was the name of the Pilgrims’ ship?

  1. A) The Pinta
  2. B) Old Ironsides
  3. C) The Mayflower
  4. D) Titanic

The Pilgrims came to America:

  1. A) For religious freedom
  2. B) To fight the Indians
  3. C) To start a .com company
  4. D) To trade tea for animal furs

And with that, I must be off, for Thursday is Thanksgiving, in case you didn’t know, and we will be sharing ours with our friends & neighbors, Maha, Ali, Tholfaqar, Ibraheem and Yousif.  So … this ol’ Filosofa needs to get to the grocery and buy ingredients, plan a menu, and take down the Hallowe’en decorations before Miss Goose nags me to death.  I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!  Love ‘n hugs from Filosofa!

Saturday Surprise — A Step Back In Time

Welcome to Saturday Surprise!  Today, I would like to travel back in time … about 48 years, to be exact, to 1969.  Remember what you were doing on this day in 1969?  Of course you do, right?  The only thing I can say for sure is that I was a lot younger then. Heck, I cannot remember what I was doing five minutes ago, let alone 48 years!  But come along with me for just a few minutes …

Pull up a chair and turn on the television … it’s time for …

On this day in 1969, “Sesame Street,” a pioneering TV show that would teach generations of young children the alphabet and how to count, makes its broadcast debut. “Sesame Street,” with its memorable theme song (“Can you tell me how to get/How to get to Sesame Street”), went on to become the most widely viewed children’s program in the world. It has aired in more than 120 countries.

The show was the brainchild of Joan Ganz Cooney, a former documentary producer for public television. Cooney’s goal was to create programming for preschoolers that was both entertaining and educational. She also wanted to use TV as a way to help underprivileged 3- to 5- year-olds prepare for kindergarten. “Sesame Street” was set in a fictional New York neighborhood and included ethnically diverse characters and positive social messages.

Taking a cue from “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In,” a popular 1960s variety show, “Sesame Street” was built around short, often funny segments featuring puppets, animation and live actors. This format was hugely successful, although over the years some critics have blamed the show and its use of brief segments for shrinking children’s attention spans.

From the show’s inception, one of its most-loved aspects has been a family of puppets known as Muppets. Joan Ganz Cooney hired puppeteer Jim Henson (1936-1990) to create a cast of characters that became Sesame Street institutions, including Bert and Ernie, Cookie Monster, Oscar the Grouch, Grover and Big Bird.

The subjects tackled by “Sesame Street” have evolved with the times. In 2002, the South African version of the program, “Takalani Sesame,” introduced a 5-year-old Muppet character named Kami who is HIV-positive, in order to help children living with the stigma of a disease that has reached epidemic proportions. In 2006, a new Muppet, Abby Cadabby, made her debut and was positioned as the show’s first female star character, in an effort to encourage diversity and provide a strong role model for girls.

Since its inception, over 74 million Americans have watched “Sesame Street.” Today, an estimated 8 million people tune in to the show each week in the U.S. alone.

History.com, 2009, Sesame Street debuts, http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/sesame-street-debuts, November 10, 2017, A+E Networks

A trip down memory lane is always fun, isn’t it?  Ahhhh … the good ol’ days.  Who was your favourite character?  I think Kermit was mine, though I loved them all!  I had so much fun with this one … I spent literally hours watching YouTube clips!  How about a bit of trivia about the show …

  • The show was almost called 123 Avenue B, but it was changed due to the fact that it was a real New York City address.
  • Cookie Monster predates the show by 3 years. Jim Henson originally designed an early version of the character in 1966, for a cracker commercial.
  • In 2004, Cookie Monster revealed that, before trying cookies for the first time, his name was Sid.
  • Big Bird is 8’2″ tall.
  • Big Bird’s teddy bear is named “Radar” after the character from M*A*S*H (1972) who always slept with a teddy bear.
  • As of 2005, this program has won over 100 Emmy Awards, the single-most awarded to any television show in the United States.
  • Don Music, the piano player who would bang his head against the piano in frustration, was discontinued when kids at home started doing the same thing.
  • The Count’s birthday is October 9, 1,830,653 B.C.

I hope you enjoyed this Saturday Surprise, brought to you by the letter “S”.  Have a great weekend, everyone … love and hugs to all!

Saturday Surprise — More Fun Critters!

Good Saturday morning, friends!  And you’re just in time for Saturday Surprise!  It has been a challenging week, both in terms of keeping up with the news (impossible), keeping my mood stable (almost worked, with a little help) and other challenges.  Now you all know what my favourite thing is, right?  So, I decided to treat myself to a bit of happiness today, and hope it brings you some too, with some more mostly-unheard-of animals!


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Say ‘hello’ to this adorable Blue-Footed Booby, native to subtropical and tropical regions of the eastern Pacific Ocean. It is easily recognizable by its distinctive bright blue feet, which is a sexually selected trait. Males display their feet in an elaborate mating ritual by lifting them up and down while strutting before the female. The female is slightly larger than the male. (of course, and she falls for a guy stomping his feet in front of her … figures)

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How about this guy … the Venezuelan Poodle Moth, only recently discovered (2009) and not much information is available yet, as scientists are still trying to figure out quite what it is …

Venzuelan poodle moth.jpg Personally, I think it is cute, but not something I would want to wake up and see staring at me!


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These, friends, are Fluffy Cows.  Okay, technically they are a Scottish breed called Highland Cattle, but where I first found them, they were dubbed Fluffy Cows, and I thought it was cute.  Aren’t they much cuter that regular Texas Longhorns?


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And speaking of fluffy, how about fluffy pigs!  These are Mangalitsa Pigs, also known as ’a pig in sheep’s clothing’. It is a Hungarian breed of domestic pig. It was developed in the mid-19th century by crossbreeding Hungarian breeds from Szalonta and Bakony with European wild boar and the Serbian Šumadija breed. The Mangalica pig grows a thick, woolly coat similar to that of a sheep.


Endangered duck breeding success

Great family portrait of these Madagascar Pochards, don’t you agree?  They are an extremely rare diving duck, that was thought to be extinct in the  late 1990s. Specimens of the species were rediscovered at Lake Matsaborimena in Madagascar in 2006. As of March 2013, the population is around 80 individual ducks.


Look what I found … Greater Bamboo Lemurs, also known as the broad-nosed bamboo lemur and the broad-nosed gentle lemur, is the largest bamboo lemur, at over five pounds or nearly 2.5 kilograms. It has greyish brown fur and white ear tufts, and has a head-body length of around one and a half feet, or forty to fifty centimeters. They have relatively long tails and long back legs for leaping vertically amongst the trees of their forest habitat .


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This guy has captured my heart!  He is a Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombat, found only in  Epping Forest National Park in Queensland, Australia … Meeka, could you send me one?  They have bodies covered in soft, grey fur and even have fur on their noses, a trait that sets them apart from the common wombat. They have longer, more pointed ears and a much broader muzzle than the other two species. Individuals can be 35 cm high, up to 1 m long and weigh up to 40 kg. The species exhibits sexual dimorphism, with females being somewhat larger than males due to the presence of an extra layer of fat. Oh, doesn’t it just figure???

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Why does Australia get both Koalas and Wombats … couldn’t they share at least one of the two?


Normally I wouldn’t associate octopi with the word cute, but just look at this Dumbo Octopus, also known as the Grimpoteuthis … but we will stick with Dumbo Octopus, for obvious reasons.

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This guy is so named for the prominent ear-like fins which characteristically protrude from the mantle just above the eyes and which give a vague resemblance to the ears of Walt Disney’s flying elephant Dumbo.

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Ever hear of a Gerenuk?  Me neither, but they are also known as the giraffe gazelle, The Gerenuk is a long-necked antelope found in the Horn of Africa and the drier parts of East Africa.

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And last but not least, I shall leave you with this … the Blobfish.

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He looks just the way I feel some days!!!

The Blobfish is a deep sea fish that inhabits the deep waters off the coasts of mainland Australia and Tasmania, as well as the waters of New Zealand. The flesh of the blobfish is primarily a gelatinous mass with a density slightly less than water; which allows the fish to float above the sea floor without expending energy on swimming. Its relative lack of muscle is not a disadvantage as it primarily swallows edible matter that floats in front of it such as deep-ocean crustaceans. Sounds a bit like a lazy fella to me …

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And on that note, I must be going, for there are errands to run today.  I do hope you all have enjoyed visiting with the animals, and that you have a wonderful weekend.  Better get out and enjoy it now, for winter is on its way!  Hugs ‘n love to all!

Saturday Surprise – Cool Places 2

globe-trotIt was getting late last night and I was hard at work following a story a friend had tipped me to, when suddenly around 11:30 it hit me … IT’S SATURDAY!!!  I can’t fool around with this … I have less than four hours to write my Saturday Surprise post!!!  I thought about saying that since you got a Saturday Surprise on Thursday … but no, that would be a cop out, so I saved and closed the file I was working on for later today, and turned my attention to that blank page that had only “Saturday Surprise 28 October 2017” at the top.  And I remembered the fun I had back in September when I dug up some cool places  for us to visit.  And so, dear friends … let’s take a trip to some really interesting places, shall we?


Where do old school buses go to die?  Why, the school bus graveyard, of course!  In the tiny town of Alto, Georgia, some retired buses begin new lives as quirky pieces of art. Each year, artists transform the buses signature yellow exteriors and give the vehicles a makeover. Old buses, trucks, and RVs become a canvas for murals that come alive with bright colors and whimsical designs.

The property is owned by Alonzo Wade, who runs an auto parts shop. After people began stealing scraps and material in the early 2000s, neighbors suggested he use his array of salvaged buses and trucks to form a fence. Not only did the wall help deter thieves, it also acted like a beacon for local creatives searching for an unconventional canvas. A team of artists known as Crispy Printz began painting the buses in 2012. They invite other artists to come repaint them every year, so the designs are constantly changing.

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My personal favourite


Pamukkale, meaning “cotton castle” in Turkish, is a natural site in Denizli Province in southwestern Turkey. The area is famous for its hot springs and enormous white terraces of travertine, a carbonate mineral left by the flowing water.

The Turkish name refers to the surface of the shimmering, snow-white limestone, shaped over millennia by calcium-rich springs. Dripping slowly down the vast mountainside, mineral-rich waters foam and collect in terraces, spilling over cascades of stalactites into milky pools below. Legend has it that the formations are solidified cotton (the area’s principal crop) that giants left out to dry.


In the midst of hopping about the globe looking for fun things to share, I came across a pink lake!  It is a salt lake outside of Torrevieja, Spain.  Halobacterium (also known as “salt bacterium”) thrive in salty places, as does a micro-algae called Dunaliella salina. These are the two magic ingredients that concoct the lake’s bizarre hue. Despite its funky color, the water is perfectly fine, though it can get a bit smelly.

But wait … turns out that isn’t the only pink lake in the world!  Lake Hillier is also a salt lake on the edge of Middle Island, the largest of the islands and islets that make up the Recherche Archipelago in the Goldfields-Esperance region, off the south coast of Western Australia.

I am not a fan of pink, but I have to admit these lakes are pretty cool!


In Alaska, the have igloos, and in Harran, Turkey, they have beehive houses.

beehive-1What really stands out in the modern village of Harran are the clusters of primitive “beehive houses.” This is an architectural tradition that is at least 3,000 years old. Made entirely of mud or clay bricks, these buildings are designed to fence off searing heat and retain cool air. The dome-like structure topped with an opening is also functional, as hot air collects in the upper part of these houses and escapes through the aperture.

The beehive shape of these abodes allows them to withstand earthquakes, violent wind storms, and seasonal heavy rains, which explains why they are still in use these days, thousands of years later. What’s more, it is relatively easy to expand the size of a beehive house by simply erecting another hive next to it and knocking an archway through.


I enjoy a bit of ‘armchair’ travel … I can afford it, don’t have to put on makeup and get dressed up, and I can bounce all over the world in a matter of minutes!  Rather fun, don’t you think?  So, until next Saturday, my dear friends … Have a great weekend and keep safe!  Hugs ‘n love from Filosofa!

Saturday Surprise on Thursday — Hitchhiking & A Horse Named Lady

Note to readers:  I am annoyingly unmotivated to write today.  I have several in-depth pieces started, but I find that I am simply not in the mood to research and write, so … I had this piece that I wrote a while back for a Saturday Surprise, but then I didn’t use it, as I thought it might not be very interesting.  However, I decided to post this for my afternoon post, and hopefully by tomorrow my muse will return and I will be able to come up out of the rabbit hole and jump back into the fray!


When I first asked for ideas for my Saturday Surprise feature, one suggestion came from Erika over at Dorky Mom Doodles.  She said she would like to see me write about some of the experiences in my life that have contributed to my being who I am today.  Personally, I doubt that my life or experiences are all that interesting, but I thought I’d give it a shot.


During my eighth year, my parents bought a restaurant out in the country.  My father had risen through the ranks in the food and beverage industry, had become director of food and beverage for a major hotel chain, and thought he would like to be his own boss.  So, they purchased an old farmhouse that had been converted into a restaurant, but had been defunct for several years and would require much work to bring it back to a serviceable state.  Every weekend, they toted me and my stack of books out there, stuck me in a back room, and they spent the weekend cleaning, sanding, painting, etc.

Mostly I was content with my books, but it was summer and I really wanted to be outside, so I took to sitting under a tree, reading and daydreaming.  One day I thought I would go for a bit of a walk in the fields behind the restaurant.  The day was warm, probably even hot, but 8-year-old kids are not bothered by heat.  I walked a bit, then saw in the distance … a horse!  I walked toward the horse, and as I got closer, I realized there was a girl with the horse.  She was very old … all of 13, I would soon discover.  Her name was Francis … I do not know or remember her last name, for last names are not important to little kids.

Francis had short, dark, curly hair and the friendliest smile I had ever seen.  She told me that the horse’s name was Lady and asked if I would like a ride.  Sure, but … where is her saddle.  I was told that she wore no saddle because she was pregnant.  “You do know what ‘pregnant’ is, don’t you?”  I did, but I thought it only happened to humans, not animals.  Remember here, I was only 8.  So I asked if she was sure it was okay for me to ride Lady, given that she was pregnant and all.  “Heck, you’re scrawny enough she won’t even know you’re there.”  And so, with quite a bit of help from my new-found friend, I was eventually ensconced upon Lady’s back, and Francis took the reins and walked us to her farm, some distance away.  Months later, after her foal was born, Lady would throw me and break my collarbone, but that day she was docile and I had a great ride.

I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with Francis and her family at their farm, was invited to stay for supper, which I did, and finally Francis’ father asked if I ought to be getting home.  I really did not want to, but at the same time, I thought perhaps I should.  So, I said my ‘good-byes’ and headed out.  Only problem was, I didn’t know where I was and I didn’t know how to get back to where I needed to be.  Now, I was always an independent kid, who figured things out – right or wrong, usually wrong – on her own, so I just started walking on down the road, and decided hitchhiking was probably the best idea.  So, I stuck my thumb out and kept walking, not having the faintest idea if I was walking in the right direction or not, but … all roads lead to somewhere, right?

Now, in this, the 21st century, you are probably asking if my parents hadn’t already frantically called the cops and there was a county-wide search underway.  But … this was the 1950s … and my parents were otherwise occupied and, as it happened, had not yet noticed my absence.  The rest of the story is fairly mundane … Francis’ father asked her how I was getting home and where I belonged, to which she replied that I was hitchhiking and she did not know where I belonged.  So, pretty soon, along came an old, dented pick-up truck with Francis and her father inside.  They took me to the field where I had first met up with Francis and Lady, from whence I could see the lights of my parents’ restaurant-to-be.  Apart from a sound thrashing once they realized I had been gone for some 8 hours or so, I was none the worse for the wear.

Throughout the summer, Francis and I became friends, meeting several times a week, and I became a fixture, with my parents’ knowledge and permission, at their farmhouse.  Summer ended, my father’s restaurant failed after just a few weeks, and I never saw Francis again.  But I can still see her in my mind.

Three things came from that adventure. I never hitchhiked again.  I developed a life-long love of horses.  And most importantly, it was my first connection with people who were genuinely good, treated others well and fairly, for no other reason than because they believed it was the right thing to do.

And now that I have bored you to tears with this bit of trivia from my past, I shall return you to your regularly scheduled programming.  Have a great day and smile, okay?

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Saturday Surprise — Guest Post by Colette!!!

Happy Saturday Surprise, Friends!!!  Last week, I asked (shamelessly begged) readers to volunteer to do a guest post this week, as several of the suggestions when I first started this feature included making it a more interactive feature.  Friend Colette generously offered to write a true and funny story for our enjoyment today.  It is a win-win … I am getting a bit of a break, and we are all getting a great story!!!  Many thanks, Colette, for your contribution!


‘Animal Magic’

A visit to Cat Hell 😾

The ad was innocent: ‘Mad Cat Lady,’ requires house sitter for one dog, one indoor cat and approximately nineteen outdoor cats and a few strays. And the email to my husband and me asked if we were available? The house looked nice enough on photos and although we didn’t know the location, it was only about 40 minute drive from Malaga Airport. We said ‘yes.’

We got stopped by La Guardia just outside the nearest village and the two officers demanded all our papers and passports and then grilled us for 20 minutes about where we lived in Spain (so they could charge us with incorrect documentation) and eventually asked where we were going? As soon as we mentioned the destination, they decided that we were indeed, as claimed, British tourists. They had rolled their eyes at the mention of the address…Mad Cat lady also ran a B&B. But it was not a successful one…it was remote (more so than advertised) and a long way from any tourist area.

Arriving twenty minutes late, and just a little harried, our host opened up the gates for us and then closed them behind us.

As my husband got out of the car, three cats immediately jumped in and started rummaging through our stuff, causing him to duck back in again to root them out. His bum greeted our host, Mad Cat Lady.

A muscular Spanish Water dog bounded up as I exited the car, and growled. Looking at me with wild eyes, he jumped up and caught my free bare arm in his mouth, and chomped away excitedly on his new toy (me). I pushed him away with a hand up “Off!” My command had no effect…he just launched himself at my other bare arm. Our host said, (laughing nervously), “he’ll be alright in a minute, he just gets over excited.” My arms sprouted capillaries of minuscule blood flow. I frowned “I’d rather you called him off now!”

I should have known at this point that we were entering into pet sitting hell, but I have a real soft spot for all animals and so I smiled at Mad Cat Lady.

“I can’t,” she said apologetically. “I’ve had three different trainers, and no one can do anything with Badger.” Her eyes sparkled, “but he was rescued and he is such a charmer…he speaks you know?” Mad Cat Lady had a wistful adoration in her eyes, as her monster dog chewed his way through what was left of my skin.

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Badger

I later found out that Badger’s conversations (usually initiated by him) occurred when he would jump on to the table where one sat to drink tea. He would stare at you face to face, growling and generally showing his superiority as he tried to make you ‘blink first. Then, mission accomplished, he’d lay down and proceed to chew his paws, his wagging tail threatening to remove your teacup from the table! The Mad Cat Lady always laughed adoringly!

My husband soon banned Badger from our separate  accommodation in a Casita, after Badger had upset all the contents on a coffee table and smashed my husband’s phone to the floor, breaking the back off it. Mad Cat Lady had said, “but Badger must have company,” so now I had to stay in the main house on my own for much of the day with Badger.

It was only day one, and my husband didn’t want anything more to do with the ‘pets.’ He couldn’t abide going into the house. Only 29 days to go then!

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Clary

Badger was only the tip of a big iceberg…Clary, was the owners tiny black house cat. Tiny, yes, pretty? No. She was slightly cross-eyed, covered in scabs and looked suspiciously like a vampire with a temperament that went with the image. The rest of the cats were feral…and untrained, but they didn’t stay outside at all! Nineteen feral cats came and went in the house that always had an open door. They did exactly as they pleased twenty four hours a day. The house was a nightmare.

Clary_2.JPGEverything inside the house had the strange mixed odour of  cat pee and something resembling cockroach spray. Diatomaceous earth filled the air when ever I sat on the couch, or walked over the living room carpet (supposedly controlling ticks and fleas). Mad Cat Lady lived holistically, organically, and without any apparent need to clean. Cats roamed in dark corners and glared at me with glowing green eyes before raising hackles and backing into cupboards.

It was an interesting mix of The Adams Family meets The Fockers!

The worst room was without question, the kitchen. I almost gagged at the awful odour when I walked in to a small room full of mewling cats to learn from our host, what I needed to know about feeding her brood who now sat atop of the counters, shelves, and the wooden table in the centre of the kitchen. The table legs looked in danger of collapse as they had become favourite scratching posts and were perilously worn away.

Badger’s food was easy (except that I was warned he might refuse to eat), the rest of the gang had a complicated schedule. I had to know each and every one of the cats by name, so that I didn’t get their diet mixed up. Most of them ate two different special meals (as well as dry food that was put down in the kitchen, an ensuite bathroom and a disgusting laundry room filled with ants and pillows infused with the dainty aroma of cat pee and hair balls).

The refrigerator and freezer were filled with containers full of liquidized raw liver (a gut-wrenching smell), gazillions of prawns, and a range of weird meaty bits for Badger.IMG_20171015_140037_628.jpgI was given a menu for each kitty and strict instructions on how to feed “this one liver, and a bit of packet meat n’ gray, and that one prawns only, and stop that one coming back for seconds (this particular Ginger, was identical to her two sisters and a brother looked very similar – so impossible to know if I’d fed her or a sibling). This little girl, ‘Blondie,’ needs extras, as of course does Clary. And the latest addition, six-month old Dora, will eat everything but liver and will usually throw it up again. Be careful of George (the blonde son of an old Siamese called Maisie) he will steal prawns,”…I learned quickly that he has sharp claws indeed. He was a beautiful cat though.

The instructions went on for an hour as we tracked down each cat to feed them ….”Throw Dek a prawn… he won’t come near enough to take it. Cuckoo will have two prawns, don’t give him the heads…he’ll choke. Fez has double helpings of liver, and Maisy has one plus half a packet of moist cat food…” I scribbled notes furiously on a piece of paper next to each name and tried (in vain) to memorise the appearance of each feline menace who either tried to snatch the food from me or run like hell for cover. It was a bit like trying to pet piranha fish! And just as frantic. ‘Chaos’ doesn’t really describe it!IMG_20171015_140230_930.jpgAs I placed two prawns (shelled and cut up) in front of a fiesty male Siamese called ‘Majesty,’ I noticed a ragged ear and a firmly attached tick. ‘Majesty’ indeed. He looked like an ancient warrior king of a feline dominion; ‘Planet of the Cats.’

We drove Mad Cat Lady, and her sister, to the airport in her car (ours was much too small). I inadvertently sat on a warm wet patch… fresh cat pee. I squirmed! The whole car stank. On our return, my husband opened the five doors on her vehicle, vacuumed out all the filth, removed everything loose and then turned a water hose on and blasted all the upholstery, the floor, the ceiling…everything…. It really was that bad! It took a week to dry out (windows cracked open so that the cats couldn’t get in).

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Badger & Majesty

Our month turned into a steady routine of me doing all the pet work and my husband doing the gardening. He cleared drainpipes, dug out clogged outside shower trays and repaired broken stuff. We both cleaned vigorously. He transformed the laundry room while I bleached the kitchen into a sanitised condition (only to have an anonymous cat redecorate the kitchen counters when I wasn’t looking)!Badger on table.jpgBadger soon got used to the new routine. A steady use of training treats (never leave home without them), stopped him attacking and biting my feet on stairwells (a particularly aggressive act), and aided in the abolition of ‘growling’ conversations. He began to behave normally and trotted after me happily as I made my rounds of the feral brood. I became quite fond of him. I could not touch his feet though…he would really go for me. However, I was able to brush him (something that Mad Cat Lady said he didn’t like). And he ate his meals. When Mad Cat Lady’s ex showed up to make sure that we hadn’t run off with the family silver, he was amazed that Badger stuck to my side and wouldn’t engage in the ‘growling’ conversation of old nor jump up at him. In fact, Badger ignored him altogether. This man was Badger’s rescuer??? But Badger came and put his head in my lap and then lay at my feet ignoring his former buddy!

Badger’s walks were quite short by necessity. We were positioned between two farms, both with aggressive packs of dogs. The mangy dogs in each pack outnumbered Badger at least 6 to one. He would have been torn to pieces (as might I). However, there was enough space for a short 20 minute constitutional, and yes, more feeding of other ferals along the way. One of them, a shy grey Tabby, was pregnant. She would come when I called,  and then gobble the food madly so that she could run when the other, territorial moggies showed up! Mad Cat Lady went through at least two 20kg sacks of dry kibble a week.IMG_20171015_135453_305.jpgI got used to days filled with removing ticks, coaxing, feeding and playing with the brood. They were not the healthiest animals though, and would eat all wildlife that moved (despite the spoiling by Mad Cat Lady). I came across lots of dismembered bodies everywhere. One morning, I found Dora with a huge gash in her side…claws had made four neat holes where blood oozed. I patched her up and put her on a clean blanket to sleep. I guessed that one of the Gingers had caught her…they were always chasing her. She was a quick getaway, but obviously one of them had outwitted her and taught her a lesson. I nursed her back to health and she started to attach herself to me… I felt bad that I would leave and it wouldn’t be fair, but it was unavoidable. She needed to heal up, and I had to protect her from the Gingers. She became my shadow. She and a few of the others would be waiting by the Casita door first thing. Badger would be waiting too on the other side of the terrace gate and he no longer jumped or growled. He would sit happily waiting for his morning treat and then follow me and all the others into the kitchen for breakfast.

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Dora

When Mad Cat Lady came home, all the old behaviours came back in the brood (including, alas Badger) except for one. Tiny Dora had lost her heart to me. She ate properly now, no longer threw up everywhere and as we packed our car, she tried to get in with us. As we drove through the open gates, that one lone little cat watched us go and tried to follow. I felt such a lump in my throat as we watched her figure fade in the rear view mirror.

Cat Hell was gone…or was it Cat Heaven? I felt a real pang at having to leave tiny Dora. Poor little bullied girl! 😿

Brought to you by …

  • Badger (Spanish Water Dog)
  • Dora (a tiny calico)
  • Clary (a tiny black vampire)
  • Ant & Dek (wild Tiger cats)
  • Fez (black with a white feather)
  • Maisie (long hair Siamese)
  • Majesty (Medium hair Siamese)
  • George (Blond mix Siamese)

FAMILY …

  • Cuckoo (Large Black)
  • Sharon, Sherri, Sharma, Sugar (The Four Gingers) SIBLINGS
  • Blonde (Blonde, Ginger mix)
  • Big Tom (Large Tabby)
  • Little Tom (Small Tabby)
  • Milo (Ginger and White)
  • Micky (Black & White)
  • Monkey (Black & White)

BROTHERS

  • Grey Ghost (Light Grey Tabby)

Many thanks, Colette, for sharing this story!  And congratulations for surviving you Cat Hell or Heaven … a little bit of both, I think!

I hope everybody has a wonderful weekend doing fun things!  Happy Saturday!!!

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