Spooky

Today I got a mail from a nurse who used to live opposite my home in Brønderslev. She is still living there, mind you. We used to call her Miss Opposite. All she wrote was, she was almost certain to have seen Giacometti on the 20. of July. She had even tried to capture him but hadn't succeeded, the useless hallirackit! This is in principal really good news but we remain a bit skeptical never the less. These days it's been a year since we last saw dear Giacometti, so it would certainly be sensational were he to give a long awaited encore at this stage. In the mean time, all members are asked to stay vigil and keep watching for him. And praying. 

Orlando commando

Wee Orlando seems to have a commando raider and a kamikaze pilot in him. He tried to jump the second floor window the other day. He cared less whether the window was open or not... He's too brave for his own good. He should rather be a little more fierdy pants if he wants to make it in this world. As it is stated in the holy bible the fear of God is a prerequisite of wisdom. The same goes for heights. 

Farewell to all ye people and cats

I'd like to thank all ye nice people and cats that made my stay in Israel so pleasurable, especially my familiy and lest I forget, the elderly russian guard in front of the supermarket, who fended off terrorists and bombes with calm manners and a gentle smile. I'm sorry I didn't have more time to spend with the Hertzelia branch of the family. Hope we can catch up another time. It was pleasant to see how many nice cats there are in this area, perhaps a little too many? But who's to say how many are too many? I saw some wonderful specimens in the garden, in the streets, in the shopping area, in restaurants and cafes, in fact everywhere. There was especially one tabby who claimed my heart, a regular by the shopping center every afternoon, a cuddely and good looking creature. Today, as a farewell gesture, I gave him a can of tuna fish. I think he appreciated it. I hope to see him again like I do all ye nice people. So long for now, I've got some planes to catch.

Obit

We were totally crushed and crestfallen upon learning about the untimely death of the extraordinary poet and journalist Eli Mohar. In yesteryears we've been spending many a pleasant Friday afternoon munching sun flower seeds and reading avidely one or another of his most entertaining pieces in "Hair", that always made us chuckle. Whether he was musing about Hapoel Tel-Aviv og Man U, the BBC or Kol Israel,  Irish ale or Scottish whisky, his native streets of Tel-Aviv or his acquired streets of London, he always retained that highly articulated, inimitably pronounced and exquisitely funny T-A city slang, that we shall miss so dearly from now on. Tel-Aviv has lost it's main man, its bard and soul, the world at large also appears much reduced and diminished, with all due respects. He was always a good lough, was Eli Mohar, the highest compliment anyone could aspire for.           

Meet the boyz

As I intimated yesterday, Mary took upon herself to rescue a pair male kittens belonging to the same litter from being a burden to the cat woman in Frederikshavn. The decision was made on the spur of the moment, but still rationally based, since they were the most boisterous creatures on the grounds and apparently self sufficient. This is what you call first impressions.
We have since had a chance to make new observations...Let me introduce the boyz: Aerial is the bigger one, he's a slender and long limbed, yet very strong grey tabby. He can have bursts of hyperactivity interspersed will calmer spells. He eats like a gannet, that is, everything remotely edible.
Orlando, his bro, is of a different mould, smaller, slimer, more gentle and quiet. He has a lovely soft many colored fur and a touch of insecure sexual identity.
We hope to bring you some photos of those two real soon.

The cat woman from Frederikshavn

Some 14 days ago, we went to Frederikshavn to visit the local cat woman. The locals call her kattemor which means cat mother. This is certainly a very apt description. She's been working with cats for 22 odd years and it is starting to show...Her home was teeming with cats, the hallways, the rooms, the bathrooms, and in the garden there were many more. It was like visiting a cageless zoo. We saw all kinds of nice cats; big, small and in between. A number og norwegian forest cats in different colors, as well as more ordinarily looking ones. Some were lying down and some running and climbing. What a feline fiesta!
Mary wished to alleviate the cat woman of her heavy toll so she adopted a couple of kittens. They are the new boyz in the Hood. You may call them Aerial and Orlando and they may ignore you in return...

Identity deffusions

The day before yesterday, late in the afternoon, I was in my shorts, cycling at ease on my stationary bike while reading the Haaretz literary supplement, when all of a sudden I heard a loud knock on the front door. I thought who could that be at this godless hour, the police or the debt collector or PET (the Danish pet version of FBI). Upon opening the door I was greeted by the much more soothing site of two young lesbians who are cohabiting at close quarters with a black Labrador. One of them, (the one with the marine hair cut) was holding a cat. She asked me if it wasn't the one I was looking for. I knew of course, he couldn't possibly be him the same way Jule isn't Jim because this one was dark as the night in contradistinction to brownish Giacometti, but I gave him another glance, the last I ever gave him, as it turns out. No, this is not my cat I retorted but try the doctor's house behind.

Which reminds me of the time when Giacometti was still a kitten, another couple knocked at my door, this time a big mama of a Caucasian woman with a skinny sri lankan adoptee girl. The girl tried hard to convince me that Giacometti belonged to her, that he wasn't whom I'd all along thought he was but merely a doppelgânger or a  particularly good forgery. I had to stand my ground against these ludicrous allegations even though I felt sorry for the girl. She was obviously deluded by her traumatic loss. What is more, cats can sometimes resemble one another astoundingly, even without being related. That big mama is by the way identical with the doctor who now lives just behind me, and she's the proud owner of a black cat, which may or may not be the one found by the lesies. There is so much more to feline life than meets the eye, it seems.. Especially the neighbor's eyes.