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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.




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.


A Wet Day

When I was a kid, about 11 or so, my mother had me off to take speech therapy lessons because I talked fast. Didn’t work, because it was a case of my mouth trying to work as fast as my brain. I have posted about this before. But the one thing I remember was having to repeat endless nonsensical phrases like, “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.” Well, that may be the case, but today it’s falling in my backyard; buckets of the bloody stuff, and it’s cold.

Lixo and Lady

Lixo and Lady in the front yard

Lixo has lost his Lady love.

Last week someone in the neighbourhood spread poison around, resulting in the deaths of five dogs and two cats, all pets. The two cats were Lady and Fred. Lady wasn’t mine, not sure who the owners were, but she came from down the alley beside the bar. Fred is the Tom of friends and constant antagonist of Lixo who was the younger Tom in the neighbourhood. With Fred’s demise he has now risen in seniority. But it was Lady, Lixo’s mate that was also poisoned. The pair caused endless amusement in the bar by screwing on the veranda of the bar. I got the blame for not educating them properly.  My reply was that they’ve never seen me screwing on the veranda, so they didn’t learn it from me! Lady was really quite a trollop, she’d lay herself flat in front of Lixo and raise her butt right under his nose. I mean what’s a fella to do? <—– Rhetorical question.

It’s sad that people resort to this kind of thing. The neighbourhood is ready to lynch them if and when they discover who it was because it’s not the first time, but the third. Both Meow Meow and da Meow, my two previous cats succumbed, this time Lixo was lucky. *Touch wood*

If this rain keeps up, I will get wet going to work this afternoon. It began yesterday during beer o’clock. Only had time for one beer to celebrate St Paddy’s Day, then the drops got heavier, so I watched the second half of the the football from the comparative comfort of my sofa. It has rained heavily since, more than 18 hours.

Must blog along.


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