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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 know it’s time…

food-forkandknifeYes, I’m not stupid. I know it’s time to do the dishes when I run out of knives and forks. I only have three knives and four forks, so I often get to do the dishes. I must buy more, that way I can put off the inevitable.

I haven’t blogged much today, yet.

This is only the fourth blog I’ve posted on. This just goes to show that I don’t always leave you to the last minute before I panic out the door to go to class.

The order in which I post on my blogs is fairly random; a lot depends on inspiration and images that give me ideas that I have saved recently.

For example, yesterday I saw this wonderful image. Some Oscars and a Pictus Catfish. It behooved me to post it, because I had both these fish in one of my many aquariums many years ago.


There, aren’t they beauties?

I love fish, to sit and watch them is so relaxing.

In fact, today’s lunch is fish. Peppered Sole (Halibut) fillets in a macaroni & parsley white white sauce casserole. It was going to be a lasagna, but I didn’t have any. Have to make do with what’s on hand.

Remember a week ago I made a Shepherd’s Pie…


I did take a photo of it before I ate. Look at that lovely cheese crunch on top. That served me four meals.

Overcast today, no rain, but cool. I needed a cover over me last night, mainly to avoid the mosquitoes, but it was very cool overnight.

No classes today, so after lunch it will be beer o’clock.

I just went out to check the mail, the botequim is closed… So I have substituted beer for wine… Sip Happens!

CandelaLegendExtThe wine that found its way into the freezer before lunch is a Candela Legend Sauvignon Blanc/Semillion 2003.

The legend – “The legend speaks of a shadow of light, dancing through the vineyards in the heart of the night. Everyone knew her name and many were captivated by her splendor. Candela, a magical enigma, igniting passion and inspiration with the light of her dance”.

There is very little on the net about Candela Legend wines from Argentina, some info about reds, but no whites.

Produced by Bodegas Escrihuela Gasgcón, which returns no results, although I have managed to track the bodega to the Cuyo area of Mendoza.

This wine will feature on my new Wednesday Whine feature tomorrow.

Well, lunch is in the oven, This post was written between the keyboard and the kitchen.


After lunch, disappointed with the wine, wouldn’t make that casserole again.

Time to renap, I’ve already had one today; it’s great being old…



Sleeping Sickness

Tse tse fly one of the top scariest bugs in the world

Tse tse fly one of the top scariest bugs in the world

Honestly, I feel like I have been bitten by a tse tse fly, I just want to sleep.

I was up and down all night, and although I have been up and blogged, and had a nap I feel as though I just want to sleep again.

Tse tse fly, ugly little mutha…

Fortunately, I don’t think we have them in Brazil.

I am still no further ahead trying to identify the strange white bugs from yesterday’s post. By searching ‘strange white bug’ in google, I found this, but it’s only a flicker image.


Mealybug or mealybug destroyer? A few of the ferns at the conservatory had these cute, yet totally alien, strange white bugs.

If so, a little more research and I think it may be some kind of Flatidae nymph, although the fluffy version seems more photogenic, or more common. They’re certainly as numerous as the Flatide nypmph.

It could even be a Cryptolaemus montrouzieri or the mealybug destroyer.

Here’s shot that I took this morning.

Could it be?

Could it be?

There are really thousands of them crawling around the benches, ground and trees.


Quite a mystery.

Today is cool and overcast, drops of rain when I went out to take photos. This cooler weather is so much more relaxing than the hot spell we had a few weeks ago.

OscarsThe Oscars are over, thank heavens for that. Too much pomp and ceremony in my opinion. All those ‘wear-them-once’ dresses, what a waste.

It’s all a case of who’s wearing what. There is more time devoted to the fashions that the actual ceremony.

Who gives a shit? Maybe it’s just sour grapes on my part, none of those creations would fit me.

As for 43 million Americans watching… it shows how much they care about the real news.

Putin has called the Ukraine an unconstitutional coup. If it was the other way round and favoured Russia he’d be saying it was justified. What a two-faced wanker?

My blogging is just about done for the day, I have one more to go: Eco-Crap. Haven’t yet decided what to do there. Waiting for some inspirational idea to come flying through the window.





I interrupt this programme…

apizzaTo announce…


Yes, I have just put a pizza in the oven. Not sure what flavour you’d call it. It has a bit of most things from the fridge apart from the mandatory cheese and oregano. I found bacon, olives, mushrooms, salami, shredded bologne and tomato.

I see Cannes is fraught with problems, jewelry theft, shooting. I have as much interest in Cannes as I have exploring under my sofa; in fact the latter might well be more exciting. Honestly, I can’t see the necessity for a few films and film stars who think their shit doesn’t stink. Cannes, I lump with the Oscars, BAFTA, all unnecessary bullshit. People would be better putting their energies into ousting the current run of politicians on both sides of the Atlantic, they’re all as useless as tits on a bull.


Scene from Ken Loach’s The Angel’s Share

In fact speaking of Cannes and yesterdays subject of choice. Ken Loach shows that the Scots really know how to put on a sneaky nuts display.

Well, the pizza was a success. That is, if you measure success by the fact that it was edible.

I was watching TV while eating, a Saturday variety programme called Calderão (Melting Pot). This week they are promoting ‘dancing’ not normal dancing but the roll-on-the-floor and squirm type dancing. Like this…


I chose a short example to be mercifully quick.

I see absolutely nothing of merit here. To call this dancing is to besmirch an eloquent art, samba is dancing, tango is dancing, salsa is dancing… the above is crap, even the music is crap, it is a cacophony of sound without merit.

The TV is still on, I can hear the fans roaring with approval, which to me only demonstrates that the educational levels in Brazil are plummeting below primitive.

My torre has been assembled. Top shelf, bottles of wine, second shelf, bottles of spirits and liqueurs, third shelf, glassware, bottom shelf, books.

It doesn’t look that tall in the photo, but it is my height 5’9″ (175cm).

I am a happy camper.

Cold front arrived yesterday. Temps plummeted 11°C from previous days. Rained, rained some more and is still drizzling.

Been a good day for blogging, this is my last post of the day. Most of the posts were ‘Satireday’ posts, easy, but finding interesting material can take time.

That’s all for today.


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