domingo, 26 de dezembro de 2010

Ano Novo

Nesta época os humanos ficam agitados.
Correm de um lado para o outro carregando muitos pacotes e falam muito ao telefone.
Perguntei a P.R. do que se tratava e ele me explicou que são as festas de fim de ano.
- Fim de ano? perguntei meio espantada. O ano vai acabar?
- Sim, mas apenas para começar outro.
Sua explicação não me convenceu.
- Mas, neste caso, por que não fazem anos mais longos?
P.R. ficou sem resposta.
É sempre assim, os humanos inventam coisas nas quais encontram a maior lógica do mundo mas só até que alguém as questione. Nestes momentos porque não sabem muito bem o que responder, desconversam. Além disto minha sugestão não seria nada comercial.
Bem, não há de ser esta agitação sem sentido que vai tirar o meu sossego.
Para as cadelas sim, é um inferno.
Uma delas,a Kabul, quando começam a espoucar foguetes, quase enlouquece, creio que por causa da lembrança do Afganistão.
Lembro-me que, doutra vez, também perguntei a P.R. sobre isto.
- Por que estouram tantos foguetes? quis saber.
- É para comemorar.
- Sim, imagino, mas para comemorar o quê?
- Ah, o Ano Novo.
Ano Novo que poderia ser mais longo, assim não haveria tantos anos novos. E evitaria muitos acidentes, muita gente morrendo ou ficando ferida porque tem que chegar depressa em algum lugar ou porque os foguetes empregados para festejar, explodem.
Há também o Natal mas,este, é um pouquinho mais calmo. Não estouram tantos foguetes.
Doutra vez quando quis me informar a respeito, P.R. me disse que é a data do nascimento de Cristo. Como já sei que Cristo também é Deus, então é a data do nascimento de Deus.
Só não entendo como, para comemorar uma data tão importante ( e como é importante, meu Deus!), se reúnam em grupos pequenos para comemorar outras coisas.
Realmente, é nestes momentos que me dou conta de quão pouco entendo a respeito dos humanos.
Ainda bem que P.R. não parece tão envolvido com esta esquizofrenia.
Talvez por isto a gente se entenda tão bem pois se tenho meu lado de humano, ele também tem seu lado de felino.

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domingo, 19 de dezembro de 2010

The Story of Daisy

My cat Daisy is about 8 yrs old. She was given to me by an acquaintance who found her near his home some 3 miles away, about 3 years ago. 6 months later, I had to take her to the vets because one day I came home and found blood everywhere. The vet said I had to change her diet which I thought was a poor excuse! I wasn't happy with their diagnosis and took her to another vet for a second opinion. This vet took a blood sample and said she had a living bacteria which now and again triggers off. Daisy had lost alot of weight and wasn't eating, but gradually with steroids and some force feeding by syringe she got well again. My vet bills amounted to nearly £1000 and I didn't even have pet insurance!

A year later I thought about having a microchip put in, because I was going away and I didn't want other cats coming into the house and eating her food. My friend was popping in everyday to feed her.

To my horror, the vet said she was already microchipped! I couldn't understand why this hadn't been spotted before when she was ill. They said they had to get in touch with owners and may take up to 2 weeks. Luckily within 2 days, the owners were contacted and it was "crunch time" as they said they had to decide whether to take her back.

Daisy previously "Grace" had 2 other brothers and they told me they had them from kittens.

This family who only lived 4 streets away from me. They couldn't understand why I hadn't notified them of Daisy...........I didn't even know she had a chip and she had been lost for a while.

This family apparently moved here in 2006 with the cats and Daisy disappeared within 2 weeks of moving. The family said they delivered "lost" posters of the cat within a radius of 5 miles and knocked on every door. I couldn't believe this as I never knew anything of this. On top of this information, they said they had to go on holiday when they lost "Daisy" and left the in-laws to sort it out. I wonder whether they did a thorough job.

I tell you I was in fear of losing Daisy as she had been good company to me. Afterall that, the family decided to let me keep her as they said it would be too much for their kids. They had a lot of heart ache when she originally went missing and I think they didn't want to fork out the money for the vet bills.

They had already got another kitten plus the other 2 cats, and it wasn't as if they needed anymore disruption.

When I got Daisy's previous veterinary history, I found out that she was from a Cat Rescue centre as she was put there by another owner who was emigrating abroad. She had a dental infection and had to have all her teeth removed except one! So the people didn't have her as a kitten as she was born in 2002!

My mum is looking after Daisy at the moment some 100 miles away in Kent. She has settled in nicely with the other 2 male cats and even put on weight.

I was going to collect her when I go to my mum's for Christmas but I think mum is going to miss her and the other cats.

Well that's all the info I have on Daisy. I will send some carboots photos when I get a chance.

Have a good Christmas.

All the best,
Debbiex

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quinta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2010

Homer, o Papai Noel


Lembram-se do Rommer? Já falei dele, o do chip que vive em Exeter. É uma espécie de primo que tenho na Inglaterra. Os ingleses são meio metidos mas abro uma exceção para o Rommer, afinal sua tutora é a Gabi, que é da família. Na foto está dando uma de Papai Noel mas está mais com cara de presente de Natal do que de Papai Noel. E estou estranhando este olhar atento, cara de quem viu um rato. Agora fiquei na dúvida... será que existem ratos na Inglaterra?