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Living up to the name…

I rattle on about Argentinian writers and Paul skewers Fichte. It is getting a bit intellectual round this gaff…


RIP Dennis 2003 – 2014

Otherwise known as Miaow Miaow (by my bestest girl), Cat, or that @^&*^^* cat.
One fewer kitties to kount.


Thirty minutes ago, total kidney failure.

Kitty had been ill for some time, he almost died from kidney failure some months ago, but days on a drip flushed the toxins and he came home. He spent six months on a salt free diet, poor thing – he was desperate for some tasty food – but all to no avail. The problem recurred. This time, unhappily, nothing could be done.

Miaow Miaow bye bye.

Never say “Impossible.”

34 sec., in, out, done!

PS. One commenter’s observation, not too far down the page, elicits a discussion worth noting:

Peggy Larson
1 month ago

Please check the collar on that kitten. Often owners don’t loosen collars as the kitten grows and it strangles them. See this a lot in my vet clinic.

To Whoever Hacked Our Site…

We’re Coming to get ya!

Cats – A 21st Century Anachronism

Cats was recently commenting on his difficulties with getting his cat Dennis to eat consistently and it occurred to me that even though I like cats (Felis silvestris catus as well as the Brisbane based blogging human variety), they are something of an anachronism in the 21st century.

The domestication of cats (if such a thing can ever be said to have occurred) took place at least 5,300 years ago based upon the most recent evidence from China and in reality possibly much earlier than that, possibly as soon as humans began storing sufficient grain for it to attract mice and rats, at which point the cats congregated to eat the mice, or at least so the theory goes and gradually became domesticated and relatively tame around humans. (more…)

Site down

Just to let you all know, the site disappearing over night had nothing to do with equipment failing.

Problem description:  While Australia slept the cat knocked the router off the shelf and the cable fell out.

Temporary solution:  Plug the cable back in and leave the router on the floor.

Long term solution:  Shoot cat.

Source of the problem


The naming of cats

My cat was called Cat, until my sister renamed him Dennis.

Norris the Cat Burglar

dishcloths, dusters, dust mitts, sports bras, support pants, jumpers, T-shirts, boxer shorts, a bath mat, half a pizza, an unopened tube of gravy paste, a German sausage, jumpers, slippers, socks, oven gloves…

No cuddly toy it would appear otherwise that could be the stuff on the conveyor belt of the Albanian edition of  The  Generation Game. It is though amongst the  ill-gotten gains of Norris, a two year old tabby from  Bedminster, Bristol.

The Guardian takes-up the story of his rather light-pawed miscreant and his somewhat disconcerted owners valet and housekeeper…

If the items are too big to bring in through the cat flap at home, Norris leaves them on the mat in the back garden. His owners, Richard and Sophie Windsor, believe that Norris is taking items from washing lines and have now written to their neighbours to apologise.

“Dear neighbours,” their letter says, “This is a slightly embarrassing note to have to write but during his travels throughout the neighbourhood, our cat, Norris, has brought back an assortment of items.

“Unlike most cats, Norris isn’t too interested in the local wildlife but has taken to straight-up theft. In some cases he’s literally been there and got the T-shirt.”

They say it was at first amusing, but “recently his habit has intensified and we now have a growing pile of stolen goods which need returning to you good people of Bedminster.”


“If you’ve ‘misplaced’ anything of any monetary value and would like it returned then please give us a nudge on [email] or [telephone number]. We’ll have a dig through his growing hoard and drop them back to you. Apologies if you’ve been affected. Best wishes, Rich and Soph.”

|Richard Windsor, 26, a graphic designer, told the Bristol Post: “So far we have been able to reunite a number of items with their owners including a towel set, some oven gloves, a bath mat, some baby clothes and some running gear.

“Fortunately all our neighbours have been very good-natured about it and think it’s funny.”

Well, my little Timmy hasn’t done anything quite like that yet. His vice is fighting other cats and stealing their food. And he doesn’t fight by the Marquis of Queensbury Rules either. I have seen him leap on some kitty back in his time whilst shrieking like a banshee.

Right little buggers, cats.




Kitten Nearly Dies

Now this, from Melbourne….

Kitten nearly dies from vegan diet

Lort Smith Vet Leanne Pinfold says cats should be fed a proper diet. She is pictured with Roger, who is well-fed and available for adoption. Source: News Limited

A KITTEN has almost died after its owners fed it a strict vegan diet.

The horrific case at a North Melbourne animal hospital has prompted a warning about the dangers of people “forcing ideologies” on their pets.

Lort Smith Animal Hospital veterinarian Leanne Pinfold said the kitten was brought in this month by its owners, who were believed to be vegan.

She said the kitten’s diet of potatoes, rice milk and pasta had caused it to become critically ill.

“It was extremely weak and collapsed when it came in. It was almost non-responsive,” Dr Pinfold said.

The kitten was given fluids via a drip, placed on a heat pad and fed meat.

It remained in hospital for three days after which the kitten’s owners were given meat to feed their pet at home, she said.
Dr Pinfold said as obligate or true carnivores, cats needed meat to survive.

She said people who wanted a pet that did not eat meat should consider other animals, such as rabbits.

“Concern for animal welfare has to include a biologically-appropriate diet,” she said. “You can’t force your ideology on the cat.

“Carnivores will seek out meat and your cat is possibly more likely to go hunting and kill local native fauna if you deprive it of meat.”

Dr Pinfold said she had not come across a similar case in her 11 years as a veterinarian.


Grumpy Cat Has an Agent, and Now a Movie Deal

“Mr. Lashes, 34 years old, is an agent for Internet cats.”


For a Percentage, Agent Turns Internet Fame Into Cash


Some celebrities simply cannot be pleased. Just ask Ben Lashes, a talent manager in Los Angeles. This week, he landed a major motion-picture deal for a client who nine months ago was an unknown living in Morristown, Ariz., population 227.

Grumpy Cat

When he told his client that she was heading to Hollywood, she looked bored. “She hates movies,” says Mr. Lashes of his client, Grumpy Cat ….

Read about this hot new career initiative, view photos and check comments at

And then, go read John Scalzi’s SF novel Agent to the Stars. Believe me, it’s pertinent to the present topic!

Site down

To all concerned, and even to those who don’t give a toss…

Damn, but I am sorry the site was down.

While I was away the site collapsed, and I couldn’t get in to check the problem. When I finally got my hands on it all, after I got back, I found that the router was dead, dead as a really dead thing living in the centre of deadlands. Further, my remote pair of hands, who I had left in charge of doing stuff if anything went wrong, was in hospital, with the doctors wondering each day if he would be laughing and smiling the next, or pushing up daisies instead.

He is out now in case you were wondering.

My bad for not sticking in a new router before I left.

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We died

You may have heard about the weather we bin gettin here on the Pacific coast of Australia, but, then again, you may not. Whatever.

Yesterday we had a blackout. Whether it was down to the weather I don’t know, but there have been a few since the beginning of the year.

Anyway, this wasn’t a long blackout, and everything came back pretty toot sweet. Or, most of it did. The Cats firewall threw up all over the carpet and we all ceased counting while I cleaned up the mess.

I got on with the task of building a new one, from scratch.


Happy New Year Y’all!

Well do the best you can in the circumstances , eh?

Some of you will be seeing it in with Jools’ Hootenanny, but I give you this…


Counting Cats lyrics and sentiments for the New Year…

“Cause talk and suspicion, give an exhibition, find out what it’s all about…”

And you can’t whack Garcia in full lyrical flow, now can you?

Love RAB

The truth about NAZIs

They’re actually “Nazis”.

The pure evil of Herr Hitler (scratch that “Herr” – it is a title of respect and honour that Hitler did nothing to command). I think it was Churchill who called him a “guttersnipe”. And he was right. Hitler was not some great Satanic figure. He was scum with terrible hair. And a ‘ta ch to (literally) die for.

Anyway, back to the point… I recently read on a Kindle a book on etymology and it covered “NAZI” or “Nazi”.

It had this to say. The NAZIs never called themselves “Nazis”. This was an invention of their opponents in the ’30s and a clever one.

Excursion: I never actively took part in the French or German exchanges at my school but I do recall hanging with a load of Germans and finding them by and large to be capital fellows (and some fit birds too – although the German for “nipple” literally translates as “Breast-wart”). The French were unspeakable and all wore jeans with Asterix transfers. The Germans were from Hamburg and termed a rather dim-witted idler of my English acquaintance “The Bavarian” for his dullness. In much the same way the English take ze piss out of the Irish as the Yanks do about Polacks etc. This is important background.

Nazi had been throughout most of Germany a term of abuse against those perceived as “thicker than the LA Times Sunday Edition” before Adolf even soiled a nappy. “Nazi” is apparently a shortened-form of “Ignatious” which was a common Bavarian name. Why? Despite the reformation Bavaria remained stollenly Catholic and Ignatious Loyola (founder of the Jesuits) had a fan-base.

So, when an upstart PFC from Austria starts gobbing off the obvious (to a German speaker) shortening of the National Socialist German Worker’s Party term “Nazi” is coined because it is already a term of abuse and it fits because their power-base was in Bavaria. And it looks like a suitable acronym.

It was clever. So clever it utterly failed to work and fifty million deaths later…

So that is where “NAZI” comes from. It isn’t an acronym and indeed if you used the term in Germany 1933-1945 you’d be for the high-jump.

On the eve of a New Year this is quite an unpleasant post. I apologise but offer this from the incomparable site “Cats that look like Hitler”.

You guys are horrible! You should be ashamed of yourselves! This siteis completely vile. What do you think gives you the right to make funof one of the world’s greatest strategist in the history of time (asidefrom the right to free speech, don’t give me that jargin, though, asmuch as I contradicted myself). I hope you all fall into a chamberthat’s possibly filled with gas!!
- Barney

(all sic – for Barney is clearly a moron). And “strategist”. He lost. Big time. I mean, yeah, declare war on The United States, the British Empire and the Soviet Union pretty much simultaneously if you want to end-up shooting yourself. I have spent many hours playing Sid Meier’s “Civ” and Hitler’s antics were not strategy. They were mere arse-wittery of the first order.

So now for the cute pussy…



Happy New Year folks!

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