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Tag.} Field guide for the catatonic
01. F R I S K !
02.. frisk.
O3. Feed / drink
O4. Lick choppers
O5. Bathe
06...nappy Time
07. Tear up sum drapes / furniture
08. Poop...8b. bury...c...explode forward.
9....meow.
10...back to nipper Nap.

Amazing Lion Gif

Upon arriving to Charles de Gaulle, while the plane was taxiing to the terminal, saw a fox trotting along the runway strip. What was it doing there? Looking for road kill?

i saw her yesterday with her brother and sisters and her mom. yes they're united. they look happier. playing together and i know now she has 4 others look as tiny as her:) hohoho...but different motive fur. o i love those litlle tiny furry animals.owww... sooo cuteyyy:)
but they've moved to another place this morning.

So am I mumified? These beetles, 5 - 8 mm long, are walking here around me, but to me it seems I am still sort of alive, but they should feed on dead animals and their parts like hair and horn only.
They can digest Keratin, which is quite special.
Living in bird nests e.g., they may show up in planting soil fertilized with pieces of horn, too. And this may be the case and the reason here.

The family Trogidae is called "Erdkäfer", soil beetles.

Or one third? Well, a lot anyway. This year so many starlings are around at this time of the year and the early cherries are ripe. There is a massacre. Red sugar sweet juice dripping down on leaves and ground. Hands get sticky.
But I remember once the starlings massacred a calamity of caterpillars, Erannis defoliaria, in a cherry tree, too. So there is good and bad close together, as always.
And they do not care about waiting time. This year I sprayed the cherry trees for the first time since a long, long time. Last year the "worms" of fruit flies appeared in such numbers, that there was a total loss. And the years before the cherries were infested, too. So ecology yes, but always pay the price.....

Looking Cool

My cat is missing since yesterday. He went out in the late afternoon just before the rain started. It rained uninterruptedly for eight or nine hours and by the time I went to bed, he was not home yet. This morning when I woke up, he was still amiss.

This is completely out of character for him. Since I had him ‘fixed’, he has not slept out once. Before that, he was a bit of a stroller. He is notorious for stowing away in cars, and it is not inconceivable that he caught a plane. It is perfectly possible that he could find himself in the USA, Scotland or even somewhere in the East this morning. If you happen to see him, please tell him to come home. I’m sorry that I gave his food to the dog.

To assist you, I’m placing one of his baby snaps (they always get more sympathy), but bear in mind that he is about two years old now. He reacts to the name Monsieur which gives him a rudimentary knowledge of French, so he may even be in Paris.

He was last seen wearing a brown corduroy pants and a tweed jacket. He does hide behind sunglasses sometimes.

And while we’re on the topic, what happened to Virgo? Next month it will be a full year since I last saw him and he used to be a very regular blogger. Can anybody cast some light there?


Have a great day. I hope you have sunshine, we only have rain.

There appears to be some sort of life force or psychic energy in every living entity.
When that entity dies, what happens to that force or energy?
Some argue that that energy is annihilated into nothingness or destroyed.

The Law of Conservation of Energy, however, states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed; therefore that energy will continue to exist even after the death of the living entity. It may exist in a different form or even in a different dimension but it will not vanish into nothingness. From a human perspective, this energy is normally referred to as “soul” or “spirit”.

But what about non-human living entities like animals, for example, dogs and cats. By a similar argument, they also possess some life force or energy when they are alive, and by extension, that energy will continue to exist after they die. The term “soul” or “spirit” is usually reserved for human beings. Can we also use it for animals and speak of a dog's or cat's “soul”, especially in regard to our pets? After all, some of our pet dogs and cats can be quite human-like in their behaviour, providing comfort, caring and faithfulness to us, maybe even more so than some of our human family and friends.

What happens to these animals' “souls” after death? I have a poet friend on CS Poetry Corner who is a genuine cat lover. In some of his poems, he has written of “Kitty Heaven” where he expects to be re-united with his deceased feline friends in the future.

I am aware of the teachings of some religions,with regard to human beings, of a permanent residence for the soul in either heaven or hell after death. Others speak of the soul being reborn or recycled in another life. If you are a person who accepts the teachings of such religions, then that is fine. I am not attacking anyone's religion.

However, the life force or “soul” energy that enables a human being or an animal is basically some form of energy that continues to exist after the human being or animal dies. By extension, this should also apply to “all living entities”, including other animals, fish, birds, insects, etc..
In my opinion, to restrict the idea of “soul” or “spirit” to human beings only, is a very anthropocentric perspective, for which, to me, there is absolutely no justification.

Perhaps there exists a huge “life energy pool” from which life energy is drawn to enable new living entities. When these living entities die, their life energy is returned to that “life energy pool” which, in turn, continues to enable other “new living entities”.

Do animals have souls? What do you think?

2007 - March 22, 2015

He belonged to one of my girl friends. We parted. She left here, but left this little guy behind.

He was so timid and so small compared to the others. One of my other Tom cats would, if no one was watching or listening, beat him up often the first few months. I sometimes hated going to work in the morning because I knew I would find tufts of fur or even drops of blood somewhere that evening. Sometimes I would just lock him in a room where he could be safe, but then that door started showing scratches where he would try to get out and the other one would try to get in. Eventually they worked out a territory arrangement. The other Tom he had no problems with.

This little guy was both lonely without mommy and super friendly too. You could pick him up by his ears or hold him upside down, either way he would just purr and purr and make no effort to escape. He just wanted to be touched and held. He would come running to me whenever I was around. No one bothered him if I was around. He spent many days slleping on my feet or my lap or just alongside me on the couch, always purring about it for hours.

Last week during a bath I noticed he seemed to be having difficulty breathing and his ribs were bony but his belly seemed swollen. No change in appetite however and he always ate a lot. Often the first one there if the mircowave bell rang or a can was being opened.

Although I had seen him out and about on Saturday, this (Saturday) evening he did not show up for dinner. Upon looking for him I found him under my bed semi conscious and in convulsions.

I have seen this before in both cats and dogs. Abdominal cancer, final hours.

Little Watson crossed over the Rainbow Bridge at about 1am on Sunday, March 22, 2015. Although he was only in my house for two years and I only knew him for three, I will miss him enormously.


Watson on March 17, 2015