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PostSubject: Animal Tales   Wed Oct 17, 2012 10:14 pm

Think I began a thread like this at Sodlikes,then a short stint at Webanarchy....it won't be a copy and paste job here,but written from a different perspective.

Just to remind myself,how it should begin,the two ducks that died trying to save each other.

Then go into the animals that were murdered as children.

I remember,my father,working as a security guard at Sydney Waterworks in the seventies.We had this poodle,Candy,that went missing.I found her at the waterworks,scavenging for food,looking straight at my father accusingly.Many of our dogs that did'nt suit,he'd take and dump somewhere.

My nieghbours in Adam St Campsie,used to poison my cats and shoot my ducks...you wonder why I hate the human race and family members.

You're a fucking disgrace.

I wanted to beat four children when I seen them torturing a kitten.

Be wary,I'm on edge...if I ever see someone else do animal cruelty...I'll maim them on the spot.


Ducks are the most family orientated and loving of all animals.

Now look at how you treat each other as friends and family.You're poor and weak in spirit.You don't deserve to have what you got.

And that's a human face...most of you are just modified pigs...you even taste like it.Even look like it.I don't eat pork or pig,for that very reason.It's the closest thing to legalised cannibalism.

Think I'm kidding,have a look at men in particular,who eat a lot of ham,pork chops,what do they start to resemble.wish I had a picture opf my room-mate.

Disgraceful.I like my dark jaguar looks....Fish,poultry and the odd cow,is far as I go...and I don't like eating beef.It's cheaper in this country to eat meat than vegetables.

No...I'm not kidding about.

After I move house,I'm going to grow my nails 3/4 of an inch long again,sharpen the tips and harden them like I did back in 2005.Paint them black,like I used too...it was wiping my bum that put me off....hmmmmmmmm,said to much again.

cat cat cat cat




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PostSubject: Ok,just a little spam,it's my fucking forum,Innit????   Mon Oct 22, 2012 11:41 pm

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Daisy was a cow from East Maitland.I named her that and my very first duck.She protected me from the big red bull,when I jumped the paddocks and fences to get to Cracknell Lane,yes,named after Ruth Cracknell.That's where my former dealer lived,but long gone now.I could wake him up at 8am,before university,score,bludge a brekky cone and off on my way to Newcastle in the old HR Holden.2002,before the seizures,smashed teeth,that the occultist induced back then,but I had powerful sexual urges then.I'd fuck Sam,using my feet against the wall and drill her hard,113 year old horse-hair walls,feet against the support joist behind,I did her good,She was even impressed.Then the occultist witch,Karly Anderson,would tempt me with untold fantasies,I'd kind of jerk off to her for an hour,maybe three,great staying power,taught me to eat pussy properly too.

Which,when I tried to break away....I copped it,real good.Then I met their dark God,I did'nt wank for about 6 years after that.Maybe more.

But Daisy,I wanted to rescue from her evil farmer owner,who fed her cream pies and cakes,then stick a tube in her stomach to ease the gasses,showing his hate for me.So I ripped all his vegetables out and threw it to the cows,the cunting bastard he was.I pulled all the long grass from the road and fed them as well.

I wanted to win millions back then,so I could own some land,buy Daisy cow and her friends and put them in a paddock and just live.At the top,I'd build a house for stray cats and just feed and clean them all day.

I had ideas of placing speakers around the property and play what I consider,beautiful music.I'm not all punk,but love the lavish life-style,wear a suit,while I do paddock work.
Atypical of the English gent.I wanted to play the cows,David Bowie and Roxy Music songs and some ambient by Brain Eno,Another Green World,great for stoners and nature lovers.

But Fantastic Voyage,was always a favourite for my quirky aspirations.




Fantastic Voyage is a song written and performed by David Bowie. It is from the album Lodger in 1979.

Lyrics:

In the event that this fantastic voyage
Should turn to erosion and we never get old
Remember it's true, dignity is valuable
But our lives are valuable too

We're learning to live with somebody's depression
And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
We'll get by, I suppose
It's a very modern world, but nobody's perfect
It's a moving world, but that's no reason
To shoot some of those missiles
Think of us as fatherless scum
It won't be forgotten
'Cause we'll never say anything nice again, will we?

And the wrong words make you listen
In this criminal world
Remember it's true, loyalty is valuable
But our lives are valuable too

We're learning to live with somebody's depression
And I don't want to live with somebody's depression
We'll get by I suppose
But any sudden movement I've got to write it down
They wipe out an entire race and I've got to write it down
But I'm still getting educated but I've got to write it down
And it won't be forgotten
'Cause I'll never say anything nice again, how can I?



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PostSubject: Re: Animal Tales   Sun Nov 04, 2012 11:31 pm

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Oxley St Chatham,near the roundabout at Cowper.

Molly is the Owl that used to sit with me and Nuts the cat as I smoked outside at night.
She disappeared for a few months after I moved.She found me tonight.I called her gorgeous and beautiful and she nods her head and looks down on me.

Lights come on,you here the ping of an engine running,the lights meet my eyes,they pause and drive off as I stare into the drivers position.I know the sound of that engine,having ridden in it twice in the last two months.

Molly notices I become something different around the police,I walk into the middle of the road,to make sure if the cop looks back,I'm in his eye-line...just want you to know,we are always watching.Molly flies down from the palm tree and alights on the mailbox next to me....a smirk of evil...you know what to do.

Molly and me....



She was back again tonight.Head out to the clothes line,lean against it and light up.Some star configurations take your fancy and move to the left to get a view.A shadow shifts in the tree and you see this thing,look like a hawk,speeding for your head,she swoops up and circles me and alights back in the date palm tree out the front.She played hidey games and could'nt see her.

But weirdly,I know it's just the angle...but she seemed to smile as she swooped me and circled up high...very playful she was.She was'nt the first bird to follow me house to house.

I've always had animal friends.I could pat any cat in Boyce St,except the black vagrant and all round tough cat.Same birds would visit everyday,sometimes they'd bring their families and show them off proudly.Magpies,Kookaburras,the odd finch.

Unka Galah bird was another that showed thanks...and followed me around.

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PostSubject: Ducks - The Highest Love   Fri Nov 09, 2012 1:30 pm

Spring 1993,I'm becoming a reluctant friend,of old Big Ears Johnno,which became a thankful one later,before work commitments and materialism and yes greed too,took us on differing paths.We both worked as linesman for the railway,coming home,crisped on the nice weed getting around.A day the train purposely terminated at Wyong instead of continuing to Wyee,Morisset all the way to Newcastle and Maitland,Johnno had fore-sight to see this ahead and parked there,me,I was riding a bus at 5am those days,agreed to take me home and continue this rather nice weed session,having a good quart ounze of it.

The sun is golden,or so it seems,the silver lined clouds,pink hues with light blue.He's driving his old wagon,jap,Toyota of some sort,Camry I think he called it.Efficient and the wife can drive it.Hated the bloody thing.But hey,a free ride is free.

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PostSubject: Re: Animal Tales   Mon Nov 12, 2012 4:07 am

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I hate being that way to anybody,but their tricks and tactics are deserved of contempt.To take those rare moments of beauty and make it spooky and ugly,tell you the truth,I'm just happy to still have that,a wild animal,usually a bird,takes to you,an owl in this case,a galah in another,Unka,for "Unka Shit",named by a fat albino railway worker.It was hit by the Murwillumbah XPT and left stunned by the railway tracks.When it came too,it took chunks out of the Albino,who threw it at me,"Do you want the fucking thing,take it home,but don't eat it".It bit me,too,but got around it,I was acid tripping after all.

After it ate the buttons on my first video recorder,it was time for freedom.I met a China man a month later,when I was trying to recatch it,he said"No,you leave alone,he come back to you as friend,when ready".

I hit the skids,with a amphetamine habit,after the railway shifts,moved to a house share,by the beach,with an alcoholic,where I changed shitty nappies and crap at 3-4am for my room.Drying off speed and getting fat on beer,as Gavin blew hundreds on prostitutes and booze,my kind of guy I thought.Nah,not really.Disaster.followed of course,but he talked about reptilians and a movie called They Live and Society.He said it was real.Summer of 1994-95.Sonic Youth was the cool then....





Getting back to this....
I was drying off speed,but not fully over it.There was some pure gear getting around Wyee,you'd throw on Sonic Youths "Dirty" album,shoot up to Nic Fit,very appropiate I thought.It was one of those surreal days and not just the effects of the drug.It's Gavins place,Jan 1995,nice day,only 27 degrees.Sick of moping around to Joy Division,throw some money into the local drug economy and whoosh goes the day.

I hear a squark,in the tree,directed at me,could still fill the shrill feeling you get on your skin,after another consciousness focuses on yourself.Look into the tree and there's Unka,the railway Galah.He opens his wings and nods his head and dances,like he used to do.The image of the myserious China-man comes flooding back,he'll come back to you and you have one of those WOW MAN! moments,when all mystic cryptic moments come full circle,Ying Yang my kharmic cycle,"Is that you Unka?".

Climbing this huge limbed tree,crabbing my rase along the branch,30 feet high,Unka and I sat next to each other,talking for over an hour,as Gav,Sam,errrr...whats her name,Gavs chick,watched on.Wanted to bring him back,but he showed how greatful he was,to be healed and back in the wild.He was a Hornsby Galah,but fitted in real well,with the local population,that fed on the Netball courts on Scenic Drive,near the main village of Budgewoi.He became local,no doubt,getting off on sunflower seeds,tripping out,as we all did back then.Great days...

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PostSubject: Aquatic Club Cat   Fri Jan 25, 2013 12:24 pm

...11 years ago,Sebastion got pregnant and abandoned her babies....(Back in ten hours,goto hand phone back!)...she was'nt the motherly kind,but that classic,alley slut mentality,three cats all jamming her,under the house and the litter was four different kinds of cats,a brown tabby,a tortoishell cat female,a black and white Moggy,a white and black Moggy,Tabby...the homosexual cat that used to go into the pulpit at the Seventh Day Adventist church in East Maitland,the stories about that cat is hilarious.

Two tragic deaths,one car,one poisoning,one went to a kid that the previous cat hung itself (although he turned out alright),but one,the tortoishell cat was given away,with the mother cat Sebastion and it never sat right with me.Sam arranged it with her mother to do,they were strangely driving through the mid-north coast,an unusual deviation for them,usually going up the New England Hwy to reach the North West Slopes of NSW.

This was 10-11 years ago and every now and then,think about that tortoishell cat,she was the most forgotten of the lot,Spotty,with a schizy personality.I secretly liked her
as she was the least loved,seeing pain and rejection expressed in humans as well as the animal world,developed a soft spot for anything forsaken.

During the seperation,everywhere I lived,formed a bond with the neighbourhoods most friendly cats.




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PostSubject: Pudden the Pot Smoking Cat   Wed May 15, 2013 4:15 pm

http://webanarchy.net/v3/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=12224&start=50


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harrycaul wrote:



LOL


Tiswas is a cat that Sod/Tiswas gave whiskey too.Fuck I felt sorry for it.Well...I have mulled out three of my cats and one loved it.

I stole a kilo of hash when I was 16.Smoked out the window at night and Pudden,she'd put her nose in my mouth and take every bit of it.She'd even inhale the dreg smoke out of a bong without being prompted.One day,Scott and I had only half a gramme of pot.it was great shit though,hallucinate,trip out,time even slowed down,that you'd walk and everything was in slow-motion.

Said to Pudden,not today,I'm out.Scott and I smoked and had a shared hallucination,he dropped the bong and the water came out slow motion,like a flower blooming,Scott gets excited,"Did you see that!",I'm smirking,he grazed into my world,"Whats it like,being me","You're a psychic you cunt,stop reading me".

We crawl out from under the neighbours house,there was a ventilation duct,where we blew the smoke out in this confined space.

There was Pudden,she realizes she's busted hops on the fence and smiles.

A real big grin!!!!!

Scott says did you see that?!?!?!"...","Puddens the psychic one Scotty".Pudden and I had a telepathic link,that never broke until she died in my arms.Best friend I ever had.

Fucking love the Cat,the Egyptians had their act together,little Gods. :kitty: :othercheers:





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PostSubject: The Birthday Party - Junkyard   Fri Jun 07, 2013 6:01 am

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Misha,
I was separated from family,surrounded by teenage angst and infidelity,those that can't deal with the truth of themselves,prepared to murder,just to cover their tracks,looking for a true connection to a being that I adored for themselves.She was laying on the verandah,of the waterfront establishment not known to me at the time as the Aquatic Club.One who don't drink,normally is unfamiliar with their names.The government hasn't come to the wisdom,that prohibition keeps out of their pockets directly,the proceeds of other ventures,wether opiate,psychedelic or the need for the stimulant over-ride,to keep that busy schedule.

It's hot November,skimmin the surveillance,the police seem paranoid conspiratorial,that I was in pursuit of Samanthas heart,so being difficult as I am,played secret agent man disappearing down alleys,car-parks,fire-escapes,for the giggle.Other true schizos would orgasm on the attention,for me,to acquaint with the art of escape,in a town of little option.The Fire-escape maze of the town central shopping mall,the Masonic catacombs,observing police and court members using frequently.

By chance I met a tortoishelle,christened Misha Cat.A frail female,she captured the heart,making efforts for pats,when she could hardly walk,or incredibly lazy.Lazy.Not overly affectionate,but always greeted you and sit by each others company for an hour,parting ways,ensuring she doesn't follow,the traffic,being the big obstacle.Why adopt her frpm a waterfront haven,with some good natured Mason,well,toward this cat anyways.The secret language of tolerance and conspiracy to balance,is a knowledge not understood by the common man,therefore Misha was my Masonic Spy Cat,letting me know,when the Masons watched me,from up on the hill.






The follow up this morning,the Shell service station opened,5am,take a walk by the Aquatic Club and this little white shape stirred,walked and greeted me up the hill,Misha Cat had come back,missing for two weeks in April until now.Her coat has been bathed,brushed and vibrant again,she was happy to see me and I her,go back to the servo,they're connected to Coles,so you can buy good 2 litre milk for $2 instead of the $5:45 the Indians sell at the United 24 hour across the road,customer for fooking years,but the morning shift Indian bitch won't break a $50 unless you buy something,at Coles/Shell,they're Aussies and they don't care,so long as you're not rude or doing armed robberies,the German Trench-coat I sport in winter,hehe,so many times a nervous finger trembled on the alarm bells as I reached inside to get the wallet out to pay for fuel.But the night-shift Indian cashier,Reddy,he's cool,I watched drunken Aussie Bogan chicks smash his windows and he just shrugged his shoulders,let me in the back way as I bought cigarettes and milk,2am with drunken chicks stoning the shop and revealing their very sad shaped tits as an insult to his supposed cultural tenderness.I asked does his girls carry on like that,he asked why,I said I'd like something to look at,he laughed.Empty cans,bricks and shopping trolleys pelted the service station,the trolley used as a battering ram,they taunted,"Let Us In Wogs",implying me as well,We were hostage for 30 minutes,they got bored,went home,the police still hadn't shown,so I went home and kept my milk cold in the fridge,while the riot quietened and drifted as they walked down the street.

I just wanted to give the cat a morning bowlful.It's not even  my cat.But,here's the follow up to Misha,Masonic Spy Cat... :004_tu:  :cheers:






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Wise move bringing Misha Cat back,for that I thankyou Mr Moore and other Freemasons.You pay reverence to the Grand Architect/Lucifer/Jahbulon and I hold majesty,The Sun and many little feline Gods that I'm friend and candidate to their inner secret cabal.

I suggest you so called initiates of the square stay out of the way,to whom I worship and pay reverence too,being the highest spiritual law that one can break,no matter of alignment to what creed they fraternalize with,Manly P Hall writes about this in depth.

I also suggest to cease using allies in town businesses to play your game for you,this includes real estates,shopping centres and anything or body you believe you can affect me with,I will instantly seek their destruction,beginning with beaurocratic departments and my occult knowledge and one,will go over the edge.This is a smaller town than Maitland,the games you played there you won't be successful here neither.Don't risk your children,like you've done before.

I've had four vehicles burnt,stolen,vandalized,I suggest through your contacts,as a gesture before you negotiate with me,it's to be painted and the body,restored,no need for the interior,drive-line and mechanics,I'll take care of that.

I have not delievered on my threats yet.

You can wait until I destroy every legal agent that works in cover of ALS,the local businesses and then you ultimately,I'm about to approach the Federal Government,Foreign human rights agencies,the medias available and bring this case and it's purposeful mishandlings and bring to the publics and governments notice how YOU mis-use the legal and justice system with your little corrupt cabal.

OR  we can do the deal,my demands,4 million is nothing to the trouble and amendments to the laws I can cause,keep it in-house,nice and quiet backdoor deal and you can continue in your corrupt manner,play your games,with me out of the picture and sworn to secrecy.

You have a further 72 hours before I show my claws and not just the hisses I've hinted with all these years....When you approach,I want something in writing.

I don't want to expend the effort and energy and rather a quick resolution,if not,I'm going to get VERY LOUD and CRUSADER like,you don't want that.

Here's a song for my former love,Lisa Cat,she died at four of brain tumours.Broke my heart like no other,I care for Misha,let it be that way,oh,as in appreciation,I dropped Mr Moores delivered morning paper at his offices door-step and pocketed the cigarette butts I smoked.
























Misha....is Hannibal Lectors little sister he was tricked into eating by Latvian separatist and bandits during the closing theatre of World War Two.
Observed a lot of cat cruelty my whole life,Misha was limping two months ago,I caught two teenage boys hanging around the Aquatic Club that night,2am in the morning.Let that not happen again,rudeness,will not be tolerated.

What one may hold as focus for their inherit sadism,others may uphold with reverence
and defend the health and well-being by permanenet removal of the sadistic transgressor.No,no,no they will serve purpose in the last moments.
A couple of Arab boys back in 2007-2008 set fire to a kitten which was saved,by a vet,
free of charge and adopted out.It made national television coverage.That is why,those two boys get to LIVE with their mistake today,people were taking notice of their...eventual rehabilitation.Lucky them.

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No,
for me,empaths are the best to break to make mind controlled assassins.
It involves having a child,not allowed to have friends and they can only have a Cat for instance.And Cat is their whole world.And the kids pretty bright,with talent,able to see auras,talk to spirits,and best of all,biggest golden innocent heart,God given,everyone remarked.He's empathic,solidly....and you take that Cat and poison it,leaving it bloated the size of a beach-ball,then you shoot his duck and take it to him,with the guts hanging out and make that boy carry home the duck.

You just snap his heart.All turns black.The feelings of rage and murder were only quelled by his adoptive brother giving him,his cat
....
Humans,were never forgiven.Except my brothers.









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PostSubject: The Jesus and Mary Chain - Little Stars    Sat Jun 08, 2013 10:04 am

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Well as long as we're on the topic of cats, here's mine when he was a kitten:



Too lazy to take a pic of him now but he's all grown up, his name is Teddy and he is the laziest cat I've seen.



Got a big version of that little furry.
Make fine Cats,the Ginger Tom.De-sex him and you'll have the friendliest companion out,male cats are like that,once spaded.Females are a little more picky at times.
Yeah,Nuts is a fat lazy Bugger,except with mice and moths.But friendly and clever,near 13 years old now,to make it that far in a cat hating country like this,show's he's street wise.
Usually found spoiling good clean washing,in a cupboard near you... :cheers:









He's doing well old Nuts.
Big mentally scarred Ginger Tom from my wanker of a brother in law.He gave it away when one of his daughters that loved it,ran away,never to return.Lanas' cat originally,she used to make copper plaques of him.The above photo isn't complimentary to how handsome a cat he still is.Despite the slight lump on his nose,he got from Sandy,giving him a slightly jewish appearance.Call him Jew Cat to piss him off at times.Hates being reminded of his deformity,especially from a girl cat.He's arrogant,jealous and telepathically naughty,a real bastard to other cats.But grateful,sooky affectionate,playful,
chatty and a very good companion.He's bigger than most medium sized dogs,huge he is.







My brother in law,used to starve those kids for anything,love,attention and spoiling.He'd spend all this money on upgrading computers in 2002,for himself,make it look like he was doing it for me,when back then,I payed up front,until he managed the shop in 2004.
I didn't know much about cats health and the poor thing was swollen and couldn't piss.
Richard wouldn't take the cat to the vet and sent the family away shopping,trying to find away to kill it instead of go to the vet.Before the girls went,I wasn't sure if it was Peyton or Lana said,"That cat won't be here when we get back"...my heart sank.And I knew I'd been roped in on his evil deeds,he did crap like that,Richard would do an evil deed,his conscience would play up so he fools others to help,one of those gutless by unanimous opinion types,despised his weakness,always have.I heard about urban legends of giving cats aspirin,to induce heart attacks by internal bleeding.Sounded right,Richard gets excited and shoves 12 fucking gel caps down it's throat.20 minutes later,the cat lets out about two litres of piss all over the floor,it had bladder crystals blocking it's urethra.I never thought of it,Richard had me fooled into thinking it was poisoned and in pain,well,it was in pain.Low dog act of a person,despise him to this point.Five operations and re-occurances,$3,000+ later and $60 a month for medicinal food for 10 years and he's in fine health the cat.But that shitbag off-loaded the cat cause he's to stingey to pay for his responsibilities or kids happiness.Probably why they left home and one had a secret marriage.

Not even the mother,Karen,Sams sister was invited and she thinks herself pious.She's a useless ugly cunt who would cover up for her husbands misdeeds,one of those types,The daughter gets plowed up the arse everynight and she'd say,oh that's life,or the girls must learn the facts of life,when Richard said those things,I payed particular attention to what actions he was trying to justify.

When his kids left home and his fourth daughter at 15 was caught giving blowjobs to all the boys at school and his strict disciplinarian Jehovah Witness lifestyle enforced on the rest of the family,while he engaged in beastiality porn,hentai kid crap that I call legal peadophilia and incest,respectful mild mannered on one hand and a complete manipulative monster on the other.I was looking into him,when I scored half ounzes and stayed there every fortnight.I liked those girls,was'nt keen on the son,who was psycho like the father and mother,with the worst traits from both combined.Peyton kind of complicated things and made me force to look at myself and feelings for her.Screwed me up.Trying to do the right thing on one hand and made aware of the feelings of one who I held most dear to me anyway.I explored those feelings and terrified myself.I still love her very much,but will never tell her.I can live with that.

Her love is empathic telepathic,those deep brown wells of eyes can't hide the beauty and love she really is.Do you know how hard it is to fool someone that can read you understand you,do the opposite to push her away,but yet she still sees.To go against what your heart was pushing you too,unusual,as it would recoil normally with hurt or damaged conscience,from someone as young,let alone my niece,she seemed,perfect.I might not be blood,but responsibilities weigh heavy on my shoulder.I would not want for this with my own daughter.And with Peyton,I wanted to be the good uncle.

Now I suspect I wouldn't even have a friend in Peyton.Thought the family used her to set me up.

So I destroyed everyone of them.End of story.

I worship her still.She's much older and wiser.













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PostSubject: Sandys Progress   Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:13 pm

Sandy was one of those death row cats nobody was interested in.The advert photo for her,a brown tabby cat
but mean looking,no-one would take her on.$100,I met the pet-shop at Asquith McDonalds,he travelled from Lithgow to drop her off.She looked nothing like the photo,slightly timid,skittish,but tame and had a real good feel for her,gelled straight away.

She spent the next two years slowly getting used to people,she'd run to everyone,after 15 minutes of patting,looking for love and approval,not attention seeking,she really was troubled,feelings of abandonment and loss.You could see it in her.She couldn't kitty litter properly,still can't,hit and miss affair.She used to binge on food,eat everything,get sick,vomit,then surprised to find there was still food in the bowlReal heartbreaker,you could see she was forgotten and abandoned.Can't tell you everything I see without getting really emotional.

She now can sit and relax,without seeking attention,just be part of the family and feel loved without it being expressed physically every 15 minutes.
She sleeps above my daughter,in the higher bunk bed.Cuddling a Sonic the Hedgehog,purrs,then come and sees me.

The Sandy Kiss,she puts her arms around your neck and cheeks you in frenzy,side to side,until she starts to dribble,like Lisa did,but then she smears it across your cheek and chin and you have to preen her,with your soggy face,she arcs to the side and behind the ears,you got to cheek her back and smear the dribble on her fur and comb it over for her.It's the highest of respect and adorement a cat can give,you become part of the preening process,ultimate in trust,love and understanding,so I'm like a Cat God,or sucker,something in between.They do manipulate me to their ends,which,for cats,is endless.

Big smooching boat motor she is.







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PostSubject: Re: Animal Tales   Mon Nov 18, 2013 5:58 pm



Been visiting Misha a lot lately.I take down a plastic wrap of biscuits.Sometimes mince raw,mouse size...she loves it.
That Butcher,in between Target and Coles.I hope for the short stout silver baldy fellow,with the well rounded face.I
never ask for names,unless,I look at the name tag,when forced to communicate.The others well,a cold converse,while
the cogs spin in their racist minds,what the f*ck is he ? Pure Australian accent...looks Greek etc...

She's got no teeth at the front and very frail now,very little body fat and I worry every cold night,she shivers but won't go in doors,accept a blanket
but want to abduct her with cat carrier for the night and take her back the next morning.She loves the waterfront and rather be homeless,when she passes,I want her buried on the embankment a twenty foot rise above the river,adjacent to the office converted house for The Aquatic Club.

Mr Moore,although cold to unknowns,even me for a year,the executive manager,whatever the title,owner operator,high level Mason ? Mason at least and a few above three,twelve I suspect,who runs the Club,is a very kind human being under all that arrogant moustache,paying out of his pocket her veterinary care,removing ulcers in her mouth,getting her coat done and dewormed,fed everyday.

Usual story,looks are deceptive,from his point of view,see the darkest of countenance guys,just visiting the cat,looks like a heist of some kind in the planning.You know what I never noticed in all that time,the nights takings or would I.I'm just there to keep the cat company,that's the biggest thing to keep her alive,know she's loved and wanted.

She has improved everytime I can visit too.Cancer in cats is so prevalent,breaks my heart you can't dose them on ketamine to help get them through the day,for pain relief and such,cause you can tell,they still want to live.I'd legislate drug use for cats,Pudden smoked weed,lived to 21
loved her dearly.Most affectionate,like Sandy,both brown tabbies.




She came from Pet Rescue,if I remember,Gabrielles Lithgow.Ex mental patients cat.Took a year before the mental scarring and relaxful pose to set in,now big hugs and drooly kisses,vibrates instead of purrs,but encouraging her to purr loudly again.Some whackos get sick of the sound and punish their cats...abused,ok ?.Whackos and re-eneacting the psychodramas that destroyed them as people,poisoned onto their pets.
Know the pets stories and you go insane,mad.

Last week,she was a little off and didn't want a pat,but found a new parked car,not after she saw six arrive,a van delivery,first too go,and others,but she picked it well,a car that was there for at least two hours and used the hot muffler at first park,to keep warm.I loved her style,fearing she get squashed one night.Deaf she might be,but reacts to vibrations and not sound.

Cataract in one eye,totally blind,Misha developed many senses to compensate,the deafness and lack of teeth and body fat in her cancerous decline,she still very alert,with that huntress instinct,but just for play.
She used to take down the bunnies that are feral there.And present them too Mr Moore as a token of generosity,or hope he'd prepare it....nicely minced.

But not no more and the bunnies flourish,pock marking the landscape and breaking the odd heel and sprain many more.So be kind to puddy cats,
who "Thin out the  numbers" of wild feral beast and just ask for a little time and a pat.

Or society would collapse under fetid pigeon poop,totoally covering the skyline,or plagues of mice floating in your soup,a spider in your underwear,unless when puddy cat makes camp there...

In your wardrobe,getting fur on every fooking thing.Still love them.








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PostSubject: Shiny the Bad Cat   Fri Nov 29, 2013 2:04 pm

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Bad Puddy....evil Puddy terrorizes English Village.

In the land of chav...what do you expect,manners ?

Something the English did away with years ago.

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PostSubject: Misha's Gone / Brian Eno - By This River    Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:35 pm

Did'nt want to give them the satisfaction,cried those tears in the first 48 hours,it's been months now,since the October long weekend boat races.

I was home,smoking a cone,when I felt her cry out for me to meet.I felt it,a scream.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon,in the 30's at least.I felt her scream and I knew it would be the last I hear of her.She never usually extended herself like that.She was too cool to reveal her true emotions,but a sook if she favours you.

I'll miss that curling up my feet,rubbing her cheek,"come on Jase,gives a pat",she smirked and smiles,playful and toothless,all at sixteen years (approx. estimated by others),bikkies and milk every second to third day by me,fed by the aquatic club twice a day and a small twice a week,mouse sized lumps of minced topside steak,raw
that I stole out of the shopping list,or maybe siphoned off when one cooks Italian.

Her favourite.
In her younger days,she survived off water rats and the black rabbits that perforate the river bank in Taree,almost a pest in it's own right,attracting foxes in the middle of town,on lonely winters nights.

The Odd Kangaroo too.In a well spread out town,it's a sight to see.Night Owls swopping on mice at night from the polluted gutters leading into Browns Creek,the daytime birdlife is a sight to behold,not the filth ridden pigeons,butcher birds and townhall doves,parrots of every species,even Black Cockatoos.

Nestled on a fork in a large river,the town still remains co-habitable  for the best of Australian wildlife,with a large Indigenous community,that at the moment,lost it's spiritual ways,not due to their fault,but the alien structures of a British system,more than corrupted and enslaved the Aboriginal Peoples,but destroyed them with imposition of an alien culture,the alcohol combined steering away from traditional tribal drugs,elixirs and medications,was the completion of the cycle for destroying  indigenous races,repeated verbatim across the colonial lands of the gobe.
Eskimos anyone?,no-one thinks of the Eskimos.And they're the nicest of people and didn't create the Exxon Valdiz.

Misha,who was also known as "Sabot" by the Aquatic Club,mostly Mr Moore,adopted Misha fed her,took her to the vet and paid her medical expenses and I at the time,had no faith in Taree people,due to the violence and stand over nature of the towns drunken inhabitants,the true wildlife here.Walking along,not long being separated and set-up by the Police collusion,disheartened how minds are so easily swayed by a rumour,
and victim to the repercussion of revenge,newly met some kids who were kind of cool and looked for yowies and flying saucers,weird weather patterns...my kind of dudes.

But one had to spoil it,being cute and irresistible and using it for his own gain,namely "pantsing" the other mates girl,the end was not far.And the patsy I was made.But,I tried to turn his partner,a smart level headed young,very young woman for her accomplishment and make her aware of pending marriage and investment
might not really respect what he has and now is the time to address the issue by making him jealous.Ten months of stupid redneck behaviou later and I haven't even seen Jessica in months,never not even give her a filthy look,I let her do that to me.I just hope things did work out for her,cause she did look after me,maybe they have an open relationship now,cause the old boy is out with the chicks still.Not for me to know.Who cares,I lost a good mate in Jess and wanted nothing from her.

She had plans and I wasn't stepping in the way,or lying for a piece of work,who enjoyed fooling and playing those for fools,until,someone catches him.And I did,but like Goebbels said,repeat the lie enough,people tend to believe it.I said the truth,once
...I was out-numbered by lies,at least,12,000+,but the smartest in business,might not be smartest on the matters of heart.
So I played it cool,having legal work ahead,no need to make it hard for an outcome favorable economically is it now?.

It's how I met Misha,November 2012.Walking along the waterfront,I noticed this cat very ill,thought the Aquatic Club poisoned her,with the little dried bikkies at the doorstep.She wasn't well and I looked angered back at the club.Their mower man and general cleaner for the Aquatic Club,seen my enraged face,come running to my side and told me,she's just old,I looked again,a David Bowie lookalike,Cataract blind in one eye,thin and gaunt,appreciated the pat and concern,I fell in love with her there and then.Never left her side,thankful for the company,I'd feed her and sit by the waterfront and enjoy the parrots flying by,the cool air floating off the river,four in the morning,it raises ghostly misting apparitions,the birthplace of the townships fog,you watch it birth right in front of you,a strange pure oxygen seeps into your lungs and you become energized.

It become a ritual until the Security screwed it for me and played renta-cop hero.
Moore was cool,but a female employee manager maybe,spied us two with distrust a cat hater too.Misha went missing like she always did for a race week-end...but I felt her scream.I was emotional for a few weeks,the service station lady always asking,did you find her.

But we were a good team and loved each other.I offered Mr Moore to nurse her in ill health,we didn't mind each other and he knew I was genuine,despite his distrust of most locals intentions and my Masonic suspicion,which I openly addressed that he was
but his heart is revealed,despite that arrogant moustache,to be a true good human
and I adored him for it.

So even though the author doesn't find place with alcoholic bevergaes,one day,I'll make my way down for their New York Steak,something I wanted to share with Misha
but paying the door fee.as long as I could sit with the cat and come back in for desert,if need be,but breaks the heart that day,will never come and share that steak I promised Misha,due to being near toothless,it had to be shaved with razor blades and cut into fine strips or squares.Not to mention remove that lovely gravy/sauce.

But I miss my furry buddy,the one that was there,when others self destruct.I was about to suggest,if I could make a little plot to her,on the edge of the cliff,reserved for the Aquatic Clubs administration team,a small old house,direct opposite to the club.I'd pay for it,bury Misha there,with a tissue box sized plaque,Misha,accompanied with her signature photo.She turned out to be quite an identity too the locals in town
which was nice to see,but Misha made that place unique.

A strange cat,that wouldn't take shelter from rain,but sleep in its fall.never accept a blanket or a regular home,she'd runaway,The Aquatic Club is her home.She was rumoured to jump out of a removal truck and dreaded the council street sweeper the most,sneers at all heavy vehicles.A real street girl,with a very friendly heart,many adored.Miss her,cats make such heartbreaking friends.
And I never betrayed her,or her to me,just shared our company,uncomplicated down by the river.













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PostSubject: Pere Ubu - Street Waves    Fri Jan 31, 2014 4:32 pm

Yeah,I miss her.Might start ringing around the vets,to see if she was put down,by that old maggot that worked at the Aquatic Club,one of them took a real displeasure to the Cat and I.

Skinny,old lady with glasses.Tragic things happen to those who take my dis-favour deeply.They know the dark witch in me.

A cat is worth way more to me than some petty,shrivelled up human.

Misha loved life and I loved life with Misha in it.


This is Misha and my song,the Aquatic Club is by the Manning River,it's at the bottom of a steep hill,the road looks like a wave,we were so cool and hip together,that old cat and I.










I ride a street wave right by her side
And I can hear the city city comin round
The things I say hit the air and seem to fall apart
And I can see the faces faces fallin down
And then I'm
Gone
Gone
Gone by her heart
I get a picture of what it'll be like
I turn the channel round to Channel 43
I see electricity jump and spark
I see electricity uh real and stark

And then I'm
Gone
Gone
Gone by her heart
I ride a street wave right by her side
And I can hear the city city comin round
The things I say hit the air and seem to fall apart
And I can see the faces faces fallin down
And then I'm
Gone
Gone
Gone by her heart
And then I'm
Gone
Gone
Gone by her heart







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