The amazing story of Fluffy the norse

This week, we could read in the daily press that Fluffy, a fluffy feline from Norway, has been identified by her ear marking and delivered back to her owner after 13 years in absentia. We are very encouraged by this bigger than life yet true story. What was most touching was the epistemic hunger evinced by the owner after being reunited with her lost and found feline, Fluffy. So desperate was she to know, how Fluffy had spent the last thirteen years of her life, but Fluffy kept her silence on this matter. Perhaps as time goes by, Fluffy will open up a bit. Anyway, this story is also a reminder to all the missing cat owners out there, that the missing cat may show up most unexpectedly, one fine day. Don't lose sight of your own fluffy feline ferreting its way back towards you from a long walkabout in the wilderness or finally shattering the fetters of wicked captivity. Come home, you lot, we are waiting for you.

Female feline power

Very recently, this very morning to be exact,  we were suddenly struck by a sense of wonderment as to how little, dainty Wimbelina is fending for herself and defending her turf surrounded by three much bigger and meaner males. As so often happens in such cases, there was a specific trigger that unleashed an array of half baked, stored up thoughts and recollections regarding the matter at hand. I was skype-chatting with Ilanke about her own cat, Kika, that is now lodging on top of her blanket every night just like our own Wimbelina.  That made me pause for a moment, trying to recall, how it came about in the first place, that Wimbeliba managed to assert her right to the blanket to begin with and all the way up to the present day. I have no clear answer. I must presume, she is in possession of some secret female power of persuasion yet unknown to man, perhaps of a chemical or else psychological nature. The fact of the matter is, depite her being occasionally doonhadded by Norsky, even severely, she is always back on track after a short while, with new determination and undaunted will to power. Impossible to oppress, she keeps her head high and proud. The competition for a place on the blanket has thus been settled long ago. Wimbelina has it all to herself. And even the human under the duvet is risking a brisk eviction, the way things are going on.

Norsky slalom

Yesterday was indeed an emotional roller coaster for the many people around the globe and across many time zones who zoomed in and stayed up late to watch the show down and curtain falls of one nasty election campaign with one sorry designated survivor.

Survival being the name of the game, we too had our share of uncalled-for excitement. Our beloved Norsky only narrowly escaping a frontal and fatal eclipse.

I had just returned from work and was standing outside the house in the cold in wait for Aerial to show up. But instead of Aerial, I heard Norsky wailing loudly from the opposite side of the road. He was patently way too immersed in his own project to stop and check whether the road was vacant before he set off to cross it. It sure shit wasni.

One car immediately appeared from the left side of the road so that Norsky had to change pace from trotting leisurely to cantering only to find himself in front of yet another car coming from right to left. Luckily, the driver slowed down a bit, letting Norsky complete his rescue manoeuvre unscathed. But what a goddamn close call it was!

After I recovered from this shocking incident, I gave Norsky a presidential lecture about how to be street and sealed it with a big hug. Norsky was pretty much oblivious to both. You can't but adore his sense of entitlement to the road and corrupted manners in general. May he get at least four more years in office. Amen.