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A Simple Solution.

The stench followed me until I discovered what was stuck under my shoe. Wiping my feet on the lawn every time did not proof very effective because after a while it happened again – and again and in the end the lawn was also full of it.

Sometimes you don’t discover the source of the smell until it is too late and it would have gone on like that forever… until somebody told me that it is wiser to pay attention to your footwork when you walk because by the time you discover the problem, you have soiled a few carpets.

He also told me to avoid walking where the pigs have been trotting because the probability of a misstep increases while you walk amongst it.

It was then when I realized anew that there are people much smarter than what I am.

Relax, it is weekend again.

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Aug 2015
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Porcupine Pie

According to Neil Diamond, you have to eat it with gloves or your hands will turn green. I never had it in pie form; we barbecue them on a rotisserie like a whole chicken. I also like rabbit done in this way. I have eaten a lot of porcupine in my life and my hands have never turned green. So it must be just another folk tale. Or maybe it means that if you eat porcupine without gloves, you will become a good gardener.

Another myth about porcupines is that they can ‘shoot’ their quills about three meters far. The truth is that when they are chased, they suddenly stop when the chaser gets close. Whatever is chasing him then runs into him, collecting a few quills for his trouble. Therefore, it is a pretty harmless creature for as long as you don’t chase it blindly.

What is not a myth is that they can ruin a potato crop if you don’t keep the local population in check. They multiply quickly. My friend, who adopted my previous dogs, grows potatoes on a commercial scale. Whenever they get out of hand, they have to be culled. It serves a double purpose. The crop is saved and it is good meat for the table.

They are small animals, only slightly larger than a rabbit and not worth a bullet. Their quills cause them to look larger than life and form a natural armor coating; small caliber bullets like the .22 more than often ricochet off it. We hunt them with pitch forks, failing that garden forks will do equally well. We form a line, spaced about four meters apart, and move through the potato fields over a broad front. A farm worker will follow to collect the fallen porcupines. It is a lot of meat for everybody and very tasty on top of it.

May you have a glorious day!

PS
No porcupines were hurt during the production of this blog.

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Aug 2015
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The Narsing Flower

Narkissos was a hunter who was known for his exceptional beauty. He treated those who fell in love with him badly because he thought he was better than everybody else.

Nemesis, the god of vengeance, noticed this behavior and lured him to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love himself. Blinded by his love, he jumped into the pool to get to his own reflection and drowned.

According to the Greek mythology, this story can have several endings. In one such ending, one of his victims named Liriope, a beautiful river nymph, was overwhelmed by her grief. She decided to join him in death by jumping into the pool after him. She drowned but her soul was trapped in the water. Once again, the gods intervened. Her soul was immortalized into a flower bulb, which took root at the edge of the pool.

Not only the origin of a beautiful flower in the daffodil family, but it also gave rise to another term. Narcissus is the Latin form of Narkissos and is the origin of the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and one's physical appearance.

Some of the symptoms:
1-Hypersensitivity to any insults or imagined insults
2-An obvious self-focus in interpersonal exchanges
3-Vulnerability to shame rather than guilt
4-Flattery towards people who admire and affirm them
5-Detesting those who do not admire them
6-Pretending to be more important than they really are
7-Bragging subtly but persistently
8-Denial of remorse and gratitude
9-Self lamentation and looking for attention when insulted

Before this starts a new series of self-lamentations, this blog is not aimed at anybody and I categorically deny having called anybody a narcissist. Don't wear a shoe if it does not fit.

That title is reserved for only me. After all, the mirror in my passage kisses me every time I walk by. All I need to do is to bend over towards it to kiss back.

Have a wonderful day!

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Aug 2015
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The Die Is Cast

I guess some of us are not very proud of ourselves today. Probably ashamed, even if just a little. But there is a limit to the abuse one can take. After all, this is a dating site – not a place to get rid of your frustrations.

In a way, I feel sorry for her. I have never seen so much anger, so much hate, and so many grudges in one body, but we were not cause those sentiments. It was unfair to take it out on us.

In the three and a half years since being here, nobody has been so unpopular. Nobody has managed to unite so many people against him or her. I can only admire people like Crazy who supported her to the end.

But is it the end?

The question is, did we want her to go? I don’t think so. I’m not glad she is gone, yet I cannot say that I’m sorry either. All I wanted was for her to be more rational.

But who knows, maybe she returns as a different person, at peace with herself.

Snooky, let go of it now. It is eating you up. You’re not an island. There are people around you. Rather reach out to them instead of pushing them away.

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Aug 2015
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Be your own man

To start with, I want to apologize for abandoning my blog yesterday; I had a little mishap here at home. Nothing serious though.

I did not read the comments posted since my last response. I will not be able to reply to each one of them, but I promise to read all of them before I go to sleep.

Regarding the blog, I had something to say and I said it. I sought nobody’s approval prior to posting the blog while I knew some would disagree and or object. That is life on the blogs.

But there is something else that is bothering me. Why look for numbers by saying ‘I agree with so and so’. If you want to say something, be your own man and say it. Maybe we ARE sheep.

And if you’re scared that your view won’t meet the approval of the others, don’t say one thing on the blog and send a PM saying the opposite. Just keep quiet if you are scared to say what you think. It confuses me when people do that because I don’t know whether to believe the comment or the PM.

Wow! It is weekend again.

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Aug 2015
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The Blue Peter Is Flying.

But will she sail? When a ship is ready to sail, the ship’s master will hoist the Blue Peter. This is to indicate that the crew must hurry on board otherwise they will be left behind.

Sometimes it is such a jolly port, that enough crew may decide to stay behind and then the ship cannot sail. The ship must linger so a new crew can be assembled. However, if enough crew returned to sail, there may still be a mutiny as soon as they are at sea, forcing the ship back to port?

Will she complete the journey or turn around? This is a jolly port and few ships have sailed never to return. Sometimes the ship is renamed and repainted for a sneaky return and a surprise attack. What will it be? Will the ship sail?

The Blue Peter

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Aug 2015
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A Family Of Writers

I stem from a family of great writers. It runs thick in our blood. Actually, we have ink in our veins. It all started with my father.

He wrote bank checks that no bank honored, my mother wrote recipes that nobody tried; my brother wrote novels that nobody published, my sister wrote poems that nobody recited and I write blogs that nobody reads.

I must be the black sheep on the family. Maybe I should try graffiti; at least the people read that. Even if they pretend not to.

A grand day to ya all.

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Aug 2015
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I’m New On This Site.

You are? Well then, welcome to CS. I’ve been here for a while and I happen to hear from lots of beautiful young lassies like you who are new here. It is always so amazing to notice how new girls fumble for the right words; it must be nerves. You say you don’t spend a lot of time on this site. That is a real pity; there are so many things to do here. You will love it and spend all your free time here once you get the hang of it.

You like my profile? I like it too. And you think I look very ‘sofisticated’? Oh thank you, dear. I’m not photogenic and I look much better in real life. Yes, I’m also looking for a ‘cincere and honest persin’ with whom to spend the rest of my life. Hmm, I’m pleased to hear that you like older men and I'm sure that you can make me happy, but I already raised two daughters; I don’t have the energy for another one. Perhaps I can introduce you to my grandson? At 17, he is only a few years younger than you are, but does it matter? As you said yourself, age is just a number.

Oh dear! Can we skip the naughty talking on Skype? I’m very shy and I blush easily. Actually, I think we must skip those naughty pics as well. Why don’t you try another site? We don’t do those things here. At least, most of us don’t.

No dear, rather not wait for an email from me. I correspond with so many new girls, I cannot possibly handle another new girl, but I promise to save your Yahoo email address in case I have more time later. Sorry, I have blocked you from contacting me again. It is nothing personal. See it as a favor to prevent you from wasting your valuable time on an old coot like me.

One day is one day...

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Aug 2015
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The Drought Is Broken!

A far-off cousin farms in one of the driest regions in this country. Last week, when it rained there for the first time in 19 years, his 17-year-old son experienced rain for the first time.

When he heard the thunder and saw the lightning, while the water poured from the sky, he thought it was the Lord coming. He fainted with fear.

It took three buckets of sand to get him conscious again.

The lad is expected to recover form his ordeal, but with the scarcity of water, it was decided to do away with his under pants and trousers.

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Aug 2015
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A Forbidden Love Is Sweeter

When somebody tells me to go to hell, I gladly try to oblige, but I never get further than the gates. Whenever I get there, they lock and bar the gates on first sight. The first time that somebody sent me to hell, I seduced the devil’s wife and he (the devil) withdrew my visa and forbade me ever to set foot in that place again.

I am the persona non grata #1 in hell. They have life size photos of me at the gates to prevent me from sneaking in there on the quiet. Believe me, I have tried several times to get back in without any success; I have a real soft spot for his wife. Why is a forbidden love so much sweeter?

As I don't qualify for heaven, there is nowhere else to go after death. As such, I am forbidden to die and doomed to live forever.

I am immortal!

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Aug 2015
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A PM From The Other Side?

When I checked my inbox this morning, there was an anonymous message for me. Yes, you heard right. Anonymous! At first I thought it was from CS management, but then I remembered that theirs are marked as ‘Management’.

I opened it and to my astonishment, it was from a blogger friend who is no longer with us. I know that I’m breaking the rules, but this is exceptional.

Hi Mate,
I sneaked in here while Peter is in the dunny. I cannot stay long but I’ll have a few minutes because I hid the date roll under the cistern.

You and everybody must stop blogging immediately. Warn the trolls too. When I arrived here, I was issued with a laptop and given the option of heaven or hell. Well mate, you know me. I always cover all my bases. I asked to see both before choosing. As I descended into hell, I saw all these bloggers in a sauna, chained to their desks, writing blogs. While they were working and sweating, they were whipped continuously. When I asked who they were, an invisible voice said they were the trolls.

I asked to see heaven and found the exactly same conditions. “And who are these people”, I asked.

The same unseen voice told me that they were the good bloggers. “But it is the same as hell”, I said.

“Oh no”, said the voice. “All the moderators are on the other side as well.”

Mate, get out while you can. The comments are murderous!

Well, I’m passing on the message. Do with it what you want.

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Aug 2015
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Why Doesn't Anybody Ever Help?

One of the main reasons why I started blogging, was to improve my English. Reading English is not enough. Sadly, my English did not improve in any significant way since starting to blog because nobody ever corrects my mistakes.

Ok, I know that you never start a sentence with certain words like ‘and’ & ‘but’. I purposely ignore that rule because I write as I speak. However, I have many other problems with my grammar and syntax. A good vocabulary and accurate spelling is not everything.

I’m sure that I won’t bite if somebody helps me right in a nice way. Hans4711 once helped me right and he is still alive.

I don't say that we must start an English teaching campaign, but I think there may be more people around who will appreciate a little nudging from time to time.

Many thanks to Zman for correcting the heading of my blog!

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Jul 2015
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This is a list of Catfoot's Blogs. Click here for Catfoot's Blog List

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A Simple Solution.

Porcupine Pie

The Narsing Flower

The Die Is Cast

Be your own man

The Blue Peter Is Flying.

A Family Of Writers

I’m New On This Site.

The Drought Is Broken!

A Forbidden Love Is Sweeter

A PM From The Other Side?

Why Doesn't Anybody Ever Help?

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