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Oskiz for cats

I had a sleepless night, finally making coffee a little before 6am.

The sad news is that the neighbour’s cat died too last night on the way to the vets.

Andrew suggested that she was a star. I never thought about that before, a Blogstarlette… She was as was Cloro, her father before her, and Lixo before them. They were all stars over the blogger world through my blog.

I’m sure those hieroglyphics on the base say “Oskiz for cats”. They deserve one.

Thank you all for your kind words, they are appreciated immensely.

I can’t decide whether Clorinha is rolling around in that big catnip field in the sky with a delirious look, or that she’s found the eternal fridge and waiting for her mincemeat or corned beef to be served.

She was always hopeful.

Full of hopez

Haz cornz beef?

Clorinha is the fifth cat to pass on since I have lived here. Meow Meow and da Meow were both poisoned, Lixo was killed by a teenager with a slingshot, Cloro we suspect was catnapped because of his terrible good looks, and now Clorinha.

I am not down, as I expect another wanting kitten will cross my path, maybe one of Kitty’s kittens. She hasn’t been around for two days, I expect she is a mother by now.

I was raised by a large ginger Tom, who slept with me in the bassinet and then my cot. It was he who taught me Meowese and turned my life into a catperson. Like Rachel who substituted her deceased cat with dogs, I couldn’t; I’m not bowlingual.

Except my travelling years, there has always been a cat in my life, or short periods expecting one.

Last night one of the regulars at the bar suggested the world needs more people who have the Dom (way) with animals; the world would be a better place.

I replace my grief for passing pets with the philosophy that I am here to care for them while they’re here, once they go ‘over there’, my job is done. I do not own my cats, heaven forbid, cats won’t be owned.

The old story that “A dog has a master, a cat has staff” was never so true.

Every Saturday is Caturday on my blog Some Animals are Crackers, there you can get an idea that I think animals are fun. When we laugh together with them, we care.

Now I have to go plant a tree.



The planting is done. Clorinha has her very own guava tree.

Clorinh's guava tree alongside the palm of my other neighbour's fox terrier

Clorinha’s guava tree alongside the palm of my other neighbour’s fox terrier

I got eHugs



Yes, today I got eHugs on my posts about Lixo’s demise. Thank you all so much, it means a lot to me.

As I often do when I’m hitting on a new topic, I google it, and this is what popped up, k?

I don’t actually use google, I stopped using google about three months ago, I found a way around it and their nasty ways. Google is just a verb to me.

Sunny, dry, cool day again and it will be chilly going to work in the evening, decidedly colder when I come home.

This cold snap we had has played havoc with crops. Up to 50% of the wheat crops of Parana have been hit badly, the price of flour is already skyrocketing; as did milk last week with the price of grain feed for cattle. So Brazilians are going to pay dearly for this non-existent global warming. Tell it to the skeptics.

Again a day in which not much happened. I did the dishes twice; first before lunch, then after lunch.

World hero Bradley Manning has been found guilty, and is due to be sentenced. I doubt the sentence will include the Medal of Honor, it should. The government say he was spying, perhaps he was, but then the government shouldn’t have been doing anything spyable; who is the greater criminal?

I have discovered a secret, the internet is truly a font of good information.





RIP, my friend


It was confirmed last night, Lixo was poisoned and found dead along the road.

He was about two years old, and gave me two years of happiness, and a few scratches.

He was a constant companion, I couldn’t so much as poo without him, and as a faithful toilet attendant, he never expected a tip, just a good scratch behind the ears.

He was dumped in the praça, along with another kitten, when he was about eight weeks old. The owner of the botequim saw a guy drive up and get a sack from the trunk and empty two kittens in the bushes like rubbish and drive away.

It was the next night I saw him in the bar, and after a petting he followed me home where I fed him and plonked him on the spare sofa. He decided to stay. I named him Lixo, because lixo is Portuguese for rubbish; one man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure.

Lixo was a treasure.





boil-waterWhile I was making coffee this morning I poured boiling water over my left hand, which is not an auspicious way to start the day.

I had already managed to get my flipflops on the right feet while not falling out of bed, I managed not to pee on the floor, nor bump into furniture on my way to the kitchen.

It’s rare that I have kitchen accidents, but when I do, I do it properly. Despite running cold water over the area, my hand still feels the heat.

So with Saturday well on the way, I bring you this post. I have no idea of what I am about to post, you could say it’s pot luck.

Short shorts, similar to these

Short shorts, similar to these

I was browsing another blog earlier, some lovely photos; one was of a shapely girl in short shorts. “Yum!” I thought quietly to myself; while I am advancing in age, I still appreciate the finer points that senility hasn’t erased from my memory. Scrolling down further I perused the comments; one was from a lady blogger whose blog I follow, whose comment, “I’d kill to get into those shorts!” was echoed somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind with “Me too, me too…” Although, I tend to think that her passing thought and mine, were at opposite poles.

Reminded me of a gag I posted recently…

I am behooved to measure my modicum. A comment on one of my posts, mentioned “any body with a modicum of intelligence…”left me wondering what is a modicum?

I therefore googled it.


And discovered this. As I am neither a woman, nor pregnant, I feel I needn’t heed the Govt warning. I don’t have a car, but it left me wondering, can a pot of boiling water be likened to ‘machinery’? Which I obviously failed to operate correctly this morning.

Google was singularly unhelpful when I asked ‘How’ to measure a modicum, I so wonder if a 12 inch ruler would be sufficient…

12inchruleIt certainly more than satisfies the dimensions of other parts of my anatomy.

Cat allergy; they have discovered why some people are allergic to cats, major scientific breakthrough should help us solve the world’s problems.

At the moment, I just wish I had a cat, one Lixo in particular to be allergic to. It is now the third day he has been missing. I miss having my face licked at 3am informing me it is time for tickles. I had no-one to trip me up by lying in the middle of the kitchen floor;and I had to poo alone this morning. When one is a cat person, one needs a cat. I am suffering from a feline deficiency.

Carbon, water, pollution have all created scares when it come to the environment. Now they are scaring us with the possibility of the Arctic releasing a methane bubble/s that could cost the world about $60tn, that’s a little more than a teacher makes, in fact than all the teachers make, in fact it’s more than the whole world makes in a year.

Something has to fill the vacuum

Something has to fill the vacuum

Methane bubbles can be pretty big, when they rise to the surface and escape into the atmosphere, something has to fill the hole. Sea water, and anything floating in it or above it (apparently the suction is enormous and could pull low flying aircraft from the sky).

My new Rule No. 1, “don’t fly over methane bubbles.”

The sun is out, then in again, it’s been doing that all morning. At the moment it’s in. The air is cold, but not quite as cold as yesterday.

Google tells me it should look like this

Google tells me it should look like this

I have been living the week under a delusion. I thought this week was beefless; I have been tormenting myself needlessly.

Today for lunch I am making slapdash meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Basically the recipe is a dash of this, a dash of that, slap it in the oven and make gravy.

The local news last night, was 1 minute of a protest against the state governor and 20 minutes of pope, pope, pope… It’s starting to get a tad boring. More popery today, and tomorrow. Thank God he goes home on Monday and we can get on with our lives again.

Time to make meatloaf.



One of the botequim regulars told me that the neighbour’s dog had been found poisoned in the park, and that he had disposed of it and a dead cat as well, no description of the cat. I am waiting for the neighbour to come home to get a description of the cat.

Ever Been Stuck for Words?

That’s me, now.

Took me about five minutes to state the obvious.

guaratibaBrazilian weather doesn’t like the pope. Today a mass involving the 14 stations of the cross was moved from the planned site in Guaratiba to Copacabana. The site in Guaratiba was a quagmire of mud and totally unusable despite R#24 million being spent on the infrastructure, That’s a lot of wasted money.

I have just watched the pomp and ceremony on TV. About 1.5 million people attended in the cold wind; at least there was no rain.

Today was exciting. I napped, I supermarketed, I renapped, I lunched on homemade hamburgers and read the news, again. Between all that activity I managed to post on most blogs.

The sun managed to shine, although it was still bitterly cold.

I hope he's found a comfy blanket

I hope he’s found a comfy blanket

Lixo has disappeared. He’s a Tom cat, so I expect him to be absent overnight and come home when he’s hungry. But this time he has been away for more than 48 hours; I am fearing the worst. The last visit home he wasn’t his usual hungry self, the same symptom that manifested in Meow Meow’s and da Meow’s demise. I fear he has been poisoned. He managed to escape the previous round that claimed two cats and five dogs in the near neighbourhood, but his luck may have run its course.

I sincerely hope that I am being premature, and that he’ll jump through the bars on the door at any moment.

I’m going to leave it her for now.


Too Cold for Bonking

Yes, Lixo is inside tonight, sleeping soundly on my clean clothes. It’s too cold to foray outside in search of love.

Brazil is suffering a mass of polar air over the south of the country that has bought snow to more than 80 cities as far north as Curitiba. Some of these cities haven’t seen snow since the 1940s.

pope1Pope, pope, pope… The news is full of the Pope.

So far the Pope has got lost, red faces everywhere ducking for cover. The popemobile complete with pope got caught in a traffic jam with buses.

The pope has kissed a baby.

Today the pope is resting.

Amusing to note that the political figures in Rio were proud of the money they had personally put up for the big pope party last night. I heard one figure of R$800,000, but it was all for nothing. Pope Francis true to form in renouncing riches, snubbed the party and left after the official bits were over. Leaving the political figures with bloodied noses. When I heard this, I laughed my socks off. Bunch of wankers!

I have now calculated the damages; I lose R$295.50 in wages because of this papal fiasco.

I was asked today by a devout Catholic about my views of the pope, I informed him that I wouldn’t walk across the road to see him. He was shocked beyond belief. I have the same view of any famous personage, politician, president, film star… I’d snub the bloody lot. Far too much bullshit in this world; not enough sharing and caring.

He was even further shocked when I asked him why we are here. His response to worship god was of course predictable. The moment of shock came when I negated his answer and said we are here to provide good compost and mulch for the planet.

An ignoble end, but that’s it; our destiny, regardless of our riches or poverty, is to compost the planet, just the same as the biggest animal, the prettiest flower, or the lowliest worm.

That was the end of the argument, he agreed that I had won the debate. Especially when I made the point that I would get closer to heaven regardless of differences in our piety, because I was fatter than he and therefore able to provide more compost.

I love teasing the devout.

News is about to start; can’t miss more pope, pope, pope…



Just to irk you

beer-memory-demotivational-posterI know, I promised I wouldn’t post today. I didn’t think I would have the time, but shit happens and students change their minds.

So just a quick note to irk you.

Cold today, I have my long fur on; even Lixo is looking strangely at me.

I was in a hurry today at the supermarket, I bought a bacon pizza for lunch. That was before my student changed her mind making it not necessary to have pizza to be quick.

I opened the pizza and it looked boring, just a sprinkling of bacon bits; so I threw on a handful of mushrooms, some tomato slices, olives and a sprinkling of oregano… that was much more appetising and even smelled like a pizza.

Surprisingly, I have more than half my blog load done today.


I have a cunning plan

humor162But before we go in to that, I need a coffee refill.


Back with the aforementioned coffee. Now where was I? Ah yes, the cunning plan. It’s a plan so cunning…

Do you remember, or know of Blackadder?

Sir Edmund Blackadder is perfect British humour. I loved the series as it tracked the Blackadders through history.

Here’s a clip about a cunning plan.

Now that you understand a cunning plan. I’ll tell you mine.

Brazeiro, Campo Grande, Rio de Janeiro

Brazeiro, Campo Grande, Rio de Janeiro

I am going to escape the drudgery of staying at home on a Sunday and blogging. I am going out for lunch. As today is my last day of my ‘beef’ week, I am going out for a rodizio BBQ at Brazeiro, my favourite restaurant at the end of the known world situated on Esquena da pecado (Sin Corner).

It is the perfect ‘dead cow’ experience, although it also serves dead pig, dead chicken and dead sauasages.

Lunch will include a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, or tankards of beer; I haven’t decided yet. I am expecting a fellow teacher colleague, friend to be in attendance as well, although she hasn’t confirmed yet.

Lixo - Baby photo

Lixo – Baby photo

Most of you know that I have a big ginger tomcat named Lixo (Rubbish) named so because of the circumstances in which I found him. The young lady, of Friday’s acquaintance, in formed me on hearing the tale that I should have named him Reciclagem (Recycle) because he was Lixo, but I recycled him to pet status, but Reciclagem doesn’t roll off the tongue as easily as Lixo, so he stays my little ‘rubbish’.

The photo is of when he was a little rubbish, he’s a big boy now. Quite a respectable Tomcat, and heavy.

Must away, desmellify, and make myself presentable.



Lethargy & Stuff

WhatADayYes, lethargy and stuff. It’s been a mixed up week. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday blogging was only superficial at best.

Thursday and Friday were the worst.

I had an offer to teach mornings again, and my financial situation dictates that I accept. It’s only two hours, 8 – 10, but it means getting up early and although I am a morning person I don’t do compulsory waking well anymore. So it takes a bit to get me firing on all cylinders.

DepressoCoffee to be made, blogs to check, comments to reply, links to follow, etc. You’re bloggers, you know how it is.

Then there’s making myself presentable, that means looking like a teacher before 10am, not an easy task.

That’s not the end of it. I have to catch the bus, remember where to get off, walk into the factory…. Oh depresso! To top it all off, I’m expected to teach!

I get home about 10:45, and I’m stuffed, I just want to sleep again. Blogging, don’t even think about it.

I have the next week off mornings, my student has a prearranged trip away, and I have class with him only on Friday, so the ‘normal’ drive will kick in, providing I can get over Monday, that’s usually a rough one.

So, absences like the last couple of days, maybe become necessary. I certainly hope they will not be days in succession like this week. Got to keep a stiff upper lip, that’s my British forebears coming out. Cant’ go whimpering to Mum, sadly she’s not with me anymore.

notatstelikebaconApart from my rant, there’s not a lot going on. My Mean Green Leaf Eating Machine is still out of sight. Lixo has got the snots with me, last night I went to throw out a couple of slices of ham that had been in the fridge a few days too long, he wanted it, he got it, and he ate it. This morning cat biscuits just didn’t cut it, he wanted ham. I should buy a big pig and out it in the yard; “You wanted ham… that’s ham!” and see what he makes of that.

After blogging today, I got all blogs posted, I sat in the praça after lunch, and the BOA Antarctica van turned up at the botequim and started blasting preamble music. Just damned peachy! That means at least four hours of deafening music aimed at my house, reason to evacuate. I went home and had a nap, on waking, it was delightful silence, the van had gone. Someone is smiling upon me.

*Looks at clock*

Must be beer o’clock.



Civet Shit Coffee

Civet Shit Coffee

Not only the prerogative of Obama.

My socks get holes, I change them.

My underpants lose their elastic, I change them.

My coffee gets too damned expensive, I change it.

I am not talking about fancy civet shit coffee, that costs oodles; I am talking about a good Brazilian coffee.



I have always preferred Pilão, but over the last four years that has slowly increased in price and arrived at R$8/500gms (US$4/1lb+ or -). That may not be expensive from your perspective, but it is here. One supermarket has it at R$10. I have taken to lesser brands, Caanan and Bom Dia, but now they too have reached the nearly R$8 mark. I wait in hope for specials on all these brands, in the meantime, I am trying Sul de Minas, which is R$6 at the normal price.

It was recommended to me, but after two days, I find it is weaker than the others; requireing 6 heaped spoons as opposed to 5, which in turn means instead of 8 servings from a packet, I get 6.8… So is it cheaper?

Life is so fraught with problems.


21 years old with 4 years big time football already

Brazil has lost an up and coming footballer to the professionalism of European soccer. Neymar has been signed up with Barcelona.

Last team Santos whose performance will suffer without him.

So Santos is Neymarless.

Neymar, abilities recognised and documented as a kid

Neymar, abilities recognised and documented as a kid

Rained most of the day, Lixo arrives to eat, sleep, then off he goes meowing for his latest flame.

Between rains, I wandered to the gate to see what was happening in the world. I watched a pigeon having an opportune drink from a puddle in the street.

It struck me how similar pigeons are to humans.

Here was this girl having a quiet drink at the pigeon bar while a healthy young male was determined to have his wicked way with her.

Isn’t that just like a human; pestering a girl alone at the bar.


While I was searching for a pigeon piccy, I found the nicest pigeon photo I have ever seen.



I am not a pigeon fancier, but I took a fancy to that photo, impressive.

That’s it, making like the pigeons and flocking off…


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