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Poor Kitty

Posted on 06.02.2009 at 13:42
Current Mood: sadheartbroken
My cat, Kaktus, sheds a lot. He's 9 years old - will be 10 this spring. He's a calm and cuddly old cat. Never moves much. My partner and I usually joke that "Whoah careful there, you wouldn't want to strain yourself!" Whenever he gets up, to lie down in a different position. But yeah, he sheds a lot. In the morning he comes up to me in the bed and cuddles next to my pillow. His purring reverberates throughout the mattress and can be heard no matter how you lie with your head. It has a very calming effect on me. But he sheds - which leads to frequent changes of bed linens. And that's okay.

I adopted Kaktus and the one year younger Taktur from a friend of mine, who couldn't take them to where she was moving. They are indoor cats, and considering how much they shed I've been wondering why we've never seen a single furball coughed up. And we haven't. Ever.

Until today.

Poor kitty. Both of the cats talk. Taktur talks considerably more than Kaktus, but lately Kaktus has become more vocal as well. I've gotten used to the sounds, and I have learned to discern Taktur's morning call of "There's no more food in the bowl, get your ass out of bed and feed me!" from his "I'm cranky because Kaktus took my chair. Comfort me by giving me more attention!" Similarly I have learned to discern Kaktus' "I'm feeling cuddly, is there roo for me in the bed/couch?" from his "Taktur's being a bully, and I'm tired of staring him down, poor meeee."

And this afternoon, suddenly I heard Kaktus say something I'd never heard before. It was the most unhappy, desperate plea I'd ever heard him utter. He sounded completely miserable. I was sitting on the couch with a bowl of yoghurt and cereal, so I just had to put that on the table. And doing that, I heard the follow up sound coming from out by the front door. The unmistakable sound of hurling. And yep, when I got there I just saw poor Kaktus get rid of the last of his puke. He looked up and me and had an apology written all over his face. He was so miserable. And the brave little kitty had been so considerate as to puke on the door mat, so it was easy for me to just dump it in the shower and wash it. I don't know if he intended for that, but I do think he's more intelligent than he lets on.

And he's just been sitting around, not touching food for the last two hours now. I've only had him since September, so I don't know if he's ever had to puke to pass a furball before (and yes, there was a furball in there). I just know that I'll pribably never forget the sound he made just before he puked. He sounded so heart-broken it nearly broke mine.



Posted on 04.08.2008 at 20:21
You scored as a Existentialism
Your life is guided by the concept of Existentialism: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.

“Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.”
“It is up to you to give [life] a meaning.”
--Jean-Paul Sartre

“It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth.”
--Blaise Pascal

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Funny Quote of the Week

Posted on 30.07.2008 at 17:59
I have no idea who said it, and I've translated it from Danish, so bear with me. I love it :D

"Of all musical instruments the banjo is the one that most resembles the human voice, it merely lacks the ferocity of the harp."

Laugh with me, people.

Oh yeah, I'm thinking of buying a harp, that's why I remembered this one.


Internet again

Posted on 18.07.2008 at 05:57

It only took them two weeks to not set up my connection in the new place. So I called them yesterday and asked what the hell was going on.

They were all "Oh something seems to have gone wrong in the process. We'll fix it now."

Well, gee, thanks. But now it's all working fine, and I'm back online.



Posted on 05.06.2008 at 12:41
I have grown tired of LJ, so I am moving all my political and otherwise opinionated posts to wordpress.

You can find me at jemimaaslana.wordpress.com I hope to see you there.


Some people...

Posted on 17.04.2008 at 12:10
...ought to have their driver's license revoked.

I got home from running a few errands just now and drove into the parking lot next to my building. I did see that another car was leaving the parking lot next to the one I'd entered. I thought it would be leaving the way I'd come. So I enter the parking lot, and I drive slowly because I'm used to kids playing there. I kept to the right because I was aiming to get a spot to my left, and admittedly I did not look in my rear view mirror, so I didn't see anything. This side of the parking lot was empty, so I could just pick and choose the spot I wanted, I did and as I turned left I sudenly see that other car coming up next to me on my left.


I stepped on the brakes and the woman in the car gave ME a very angry look as SHE drove across the marked parking spots passing me only to exit the parking lot while I was still sitting there rather shocked at what the moron did.

A parking lot for fuck's sake! People usually go there to park. Don't tell me you're surprised I turned my car towards a spot designated for parking. Don't tell me you're surprised I meant to park along the marked lines. As opposed to driving across them, you fuckwit!


I just needed to vent. What an idiot. And she had the nerve to look angrily at me, as if I'm the one driving outside the lanes, being too impatient to wait for them to park and instead overtake them disregarding that they may actually be trying to park where I intend to drive.


Stupid harebrain.



Posted on 11.03.2008 at 22:30
I haven't been terribly active lately. Things have been going on in my personal life, among them is (for once) a happy fact. Namely that I have now started dating the man I've been interested in for quite a while. There's a lot of new discoveries to be made with this, and I'm spending a lot of time with him these days.

I apologize for the temporary hibernation. I'll be back in more consistent activity asap.



Posted on 10.02.2008 at 15:29
It's early February. The weather ought to be cold and wet, possibly even with heavy snows. But no. We have high sun and it's actually fairly warm. 14 degrees Celsius is nice, and I decided to go spend some time writing on a bench in the park. As it turned out the wind was a tad too cold for it to be really comfortable, but just as I was concocting parts of my next blog entry there were sirens. Sitting between seven 11+ story buildings it was difficult for me to pin-point where the hell they were coming from. I shrugged it off and figured they would pass by on the main street nearby soon thereafter.

But no. Suddenly I could hear exactly where they were coming from. Approximately at the same time as a little boy shouted "Look! A firetruck!" the sound could pass directly from the source to my ears inbetween the buildings, and bloody hell they were right next to one of the apartment blocks. Not mine, thankfully. I got my things and went over there to see what the hell was going on, and as more came into view it was the whole shebang. Engine, ladder, water tank parked beneath the building where smoke was wafting from a flat on the 6th floor (I think it was). It wasn't much smoke, thankfully, so it probably wasn't a real bad fire, but bad enough to be noticable from the outside, because no one had been home. That was pretty clear from the fact that  the fire fighters removed a little dog from the flat, but no one else. The poor creature was shaking and very scared.

The trucks left just now and I've been reminded of my childhood ambition of becoming a fire fighter :P


Considerate behaviour

Posted on 01.02.2008 at 18:34
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In the bus on my way home today, I saw the blind man and his black lab guide dog. I see him quite often on the bus routes I use. He usually sits in the front seat. Today at the central station, it was after 5 PM, and by then there's a bus every hour instead of every 20 minutes. That means the bus fills up more than usual. There were still plenty of empty seats in the back, I counted at least 10.

Anyway, I had found a seat towards the back of the bus, and was just sitting there waiting for the clock to show 18:10 so we could leave the station. Sitting there I had plenty of opportunity to observe my fellow passengers. Among them an old lady, she looked older than 60 but younger than my granma who's 85, who got on the bus and asked the blind man if she could sit next to him.

Now, this may not seem so strange in a bus that's slowly becoming packed. But here's the kicker. The seats are two and two, the regular bus kind. There isn't much leg room, and not much room under the seats either. The man had a dog, remember? Big black lab. The dog was sitting on the floor in fron of the window seat and the man sat on the aisle seat, thus blocking two seats, which is perfectly fine, and totally allowed because you know... people do need to have their dogs with them, especially blind people who depend on a guide dog.

But this lady was pretty much trying to squeeze her way past the man into the window seat next to him, while asking him if she could take that seat. Waiting for an answer? Nope. The man asked her: where should I sit then? And she replied, something to the effect of "right where you are". It was as if she hadn't even seen his dog. And geez...

The man got up and she immediately tried to mosey into the window seat, but nearly stepped on the dog that the man had to get out of there first. The man, and remember he's blind - or at least with bad enough eye sight to require a guide dog - just stands there helpless trying to lock in on two empty seats in the bus. Two because the dog needs to be there, too. And believe me, there really isn't room for a dog much larger than a big Jack Russell under those seats, much less a lab. And then a girl, I guess she was 16 or thereabouts gets up and offers him the seat she'd been occupying. There was an empty seat next to her, so he'd have the room for is dog that he needed. And she goes to sit next to the old lady.

The girl had been sitting RIGHT BEHIND HIM all the time. The old lady could just as easily have moved two short steps further down the aisle and sat down next to the girl, but noooo she absolutely had to have the seat the man and his dog were occupying.

Excuse me but: what the fucking fuck? I seem to recall the elderly complaining how young people nowadays don't have any manners blah blah blah. Well whaddaya know, perhaps we learned that from our grannies. Or then again, perhaps some old people are so full of entitlement bullshit that they forget to actually look at reality. The man was BLIND, and the lady has to chase him out of his seat, practically forcing her way past and over him. I was so appalled, is this the generation that claims mine has no manners? I beg to differ. That girl, though she was younger than me I consider her my own generation, was considerably more considerate than that old harpy.

I dunno what that goes to show, but I needed to vent my outrage. Plenty of times have I seen people get up and offer their seats to the blind man, or to people who are obviously not walking all that well. In the first days after I injured my foot and was limping badly there were people offering me - a young, otherwise healthy-looking person - their seat. Some of them were people who were much older than me, I wasn't too pleased about feeling like a cripple who needed extra help, but I was damn grateful that they let me have a seat, when all I wanted was a bed, a blanket, and a good solid bout of swearing.

And this? This just takes the biscuit. A blind man hounded out of his seat because some old woman has decided that she wants that seat and none other.

Bah! I say.


A terrier thing...

Posted on 09.01.2008 at 23:39
I don't know if it is, but I just saw an airedale mix on Animal Cops Houston and it behaved in exactly the same way as my folks' Irish terrier when petted. The exact same movements, the exact same mimicry. It's difficult to describe exactly what it is, but this dog, though much bigger, was so similar to Kian in mannerisms. It's scary. I wonder if it really is a terrier thing, or if it's just two dogs that coincidentally are very similar.

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