Happy birthday... poor Pica.

Today Skavenger is old + 4 days. Still more then 5 months younger then me. No change in that in the near future though.

Anyway we had a party. People came and people went. More to the point; kids were here. 2 I knew, 2 that I saw for the first time. I loved the 2 new ones. Such an energy and very well mannered.

Since I knew the 2 other ones I hid Pica on the attic so he would not be chased by them all the time. Once they were gone I went to collect Pica. However nice, kind, well mannered and sweet those 2 new ones were. I underestimated the effect a cat has a little children. They wanted to cuddle with him. Same way my heart melts every time I look at the little muppet. But there were many people. LOTS. More then Pica liked. There were 2 children, giants compared to Pica who wanted to grab him and hold him. And since Pica is not allowed outside without belt...

... time for a side story.
Pica is stupid. Smart often, but in some points stupid.
He went over the fence and to the neighbors (found out he was able to do that.. took him 4 months). Before someone decides to poison "that awful cat in their back yard" I decided not to open the door without a leash on him.
Now for the stupid part. Pica walks towards where ever he wants to go. When the leash is at its longest he can't go any further. With a stupid look on his face he after a couple of seconds decides this is where it ends and goes and lies down. He doesn't grasp the fact that he can go back to where the leash is pulling him. Instead if he wants to run he doesn't cause he thinks he can't. Only something like primal fear can make him forget he is trapped and make him run, hopefully for him in the right direction.
Here ends the side story...

... since Pica is not allowed outside without belt... the girls (they were girls) went to cuddle with him and pica was absolutely terrified. Well nothing so he would bite or scratch (he doesn't even know he can do that!!!) So I rescued him, talked some sense into the 6 year old one to just be gentile (cause she only knows how to play with very energetic dogs, a manner which is absolutely too rough for a cat), after which she was calm in approaching Pica. However the 3 year old didn't really understand and was such a proud girl she prolly wouldn't have thought she was doing anything wrong. As my sister would have said: "Maaike tan dat!"

A second time I helped Pica escape from the girls after which the girls were taken home. Pica was happy again.
Well.. until he found out his food was still in the attic and he started begging for something nice. When Skavenger was walking around with some printed out pictures in her hands he thought it was sweets and he was begging so loud we laughed at him.

Poor Pica. First solitary confinement in the attic, next torture by some miniature giants, then starvation and finally being laughed at by the 2 beings (last time I checked "food" isn't a being) in the world he "loves" the most.

It just wasn't his day.

Of mice ... (2)

The day after.
We found some mouse droppings on the bathroom. The mouse probably crawled up the wall, he has lots of grip there and it was a small mouse. He went inside through the open window and since the bathroom walls are smooth he couldn't get out. He prolly sat hiding behind a bucket (where we found the droppings) and then when Skavenger entered the bathroom he escaped, Pica saw him, and he fled behind the place where Skavenger found him.

Let's say it was that ;)

Of mice and cats

Just now Skavenger yelled I should come up and I would not believe what Pica had caught... A Mouse! A small one, not a indoor mouse but an outdoor one. What the hell it was doing inside (except for hiding) I don't know. Pica just saw it now when we came home. Caught it immediately and was toying with it. I could not let Pica kill him and toy with him so when he had it in his mouth I grabbed his neck and help his head above a box and told him to drop it... after some persuasion he did. So the mouse in the box we went outside and let it loose. It was shivering from the stress and probably has some kind of injury, for it hopefully minor.

The real question is, how does that mouse get in our house. It isn;t an old house, rather new (style) with not to my knowledge entry points where a mouse could enter easily...

More worrying... It was pretty small. Might be a kid. There is one room in our house (we don't use) where it smells kinda funny. Don't know how or what, might be that is is because of the mice (if multiple). But if there are multiple. How do they get food and how come we haven't noticed any other mice yet?

Hail Mary... gone wrong!

I am a blasphemist. Not only consciously but also subconsciously.
Since I have "believed" in "god" I have been reciting prayers like all people did in church (not that I went to church that much, just the usual, "it is Christmas, I have to go cause I am a good Christian", funerals and other stuff. Since I haven't believed in god or at least felt the Roman Catholics were just a bunch of hypocritical people who want nothing but power (about 15 years ago, the one thing I thank the subject history in school for) I stopped praying.

Anyway for the period I believed I have said the prayer "Hail Mary" about 100 times or more.

Yesterday, age 29, I saw a translation of the English version of the prayer on TV in a movie (subtitles).
"Pray for us sinners..." I knew that part in English, just never translated it. The translation to Dutch is: "Bid voor ons zondaars". I never saw the text so this is a clear example of misheard lyrics. I thought the lyrics were "Bid voor ons zondaags", meaning "Pray for us on Sundays" ... which ... is pretty plausible if you link the Church to Sundays... :S

Anyway every time I have recited the Hail Mary it was wrong.. how is that for blasphemy!?

Commercials (4)

I've got soul but I'm not a souldier.


I kinda like this commercial. That was till frontline anti-flea commersial followed it and Skavenger sang:
"I've got fleas but I'm not fleeing, I've got ticks but I'm not ticking"

Hahaha