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quarta-feira, 30 de março de 2011

What if cats had thumbs?

Does your cat have amazing dexterity? Maybe your moggy possess the power to [bust] open bread bins, creep into cupboards or find their way into the fridge?
The following video shows a first instance of this phenomenon

And then look at these dramatic consequences>>>>

quarta-feira, 16 de março de 2011

"Shop Cats"

Mama Kitty and Weasel live in New Port, Oregon with DoryMan, an human , who wrote the following text.
They love boats, as I do.
But I prefer not to be so close to the water...

The boat shop kitties reminded me yesterday that they have never been properly introduced.

They are very loyal and helpful, being sure to sign every paint job with at least one paw print.

The tortoise shell is Mama Kitty and her yellow tabby daughter is Weasel.

M.K. occasionally walks down to the dock to supervise a trip out to the moorings when a check on the boats at anchor is in order.

"He'll be back soon, I'll just nap right here"

sábado, 5 de março de 2011

London, London

Sueto, às vezes, fica melancólica. Pensa em outros países, em viagens através do Atlântico. Pensa especialmente na Inglaterra, onde está o Homer... Nestas ocasiões agarra-se ao mascote londrino e imagina-se nos telhados de Bloomsbury... Do outro lado da sala P.R., distraído, recita:

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

Sueto conhece o autor, mas não lembra o nome...