Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: 40 miles per hour... Sat Feb 17, 2024 6:10 pm
There's a 'ying and yang' in everything.Here,Pudden wasn't excluded from the rule.Pudden loved food,fighting,myself and warmth.
Pudden hated rain/water,punk rock,other cats and David Wilson.In fact,all my animals did,maybe they were homophobes.
Billy Ruben-Jason Cook wrote:
Dave was an idiot and a dangerous friend to have.He'd go out into a walkways in a Gosford based nature reserve,hug trees then covered in leeches.He'd come down my driveway and all three animals would attack him,Jake the Jack Russell would choke himself on the leash trying to bite Dave,Pudden Cat would launch successful raids and jump out of the garden,kicking Dave in the head with his hind legs and Fred the Galah would screech his most hideous squawk when the target passes the cage.
My animals hated him and I should've listened to them...
Pudden had one more hate,or more like a fear and that's driving in cars.I remember when dad sold the house in Sydney and moved to the Central Coast,we were last to leave Adam St,Dad,Pudden and I.
Dad driving that Marina Blue HR wagon everywhere at 100 mph.Those days you could.Pudden stayed squat under my feet,scared as I patted and re-assured him the whole way up the coast.That floor would've been vibrating at that speed,so I was surprised Pudden handled it.Maybe it reminded him of purring,but reality,it's where the muffler was.He stayed where the heat was.The car was like a mechanical oversized cat,purring and shaking and a good source of heat.
He was wet when I took him out of the car.
As time went on,Pudden and I did many things together.I wanted him in all my adventures.So,eventually I earned a new found freedom.A license and driving a car.
The 440 Cortina was the first road registered car.The number plates BAL 068,BAL as in BAAL a Babylonian demon if I remember.Well,it proved to not be made for Australian conditions,or an abusive P-Plater.It fell apart and died,a number of times.Dad resurrecting it and gave it to my Grandmother.
Then I got my first Holden,a Marina blue HR sedan.Bench-seat,column shift.I wanted a HD Holden sedan,but couldn't find one that wasn't critically rusted out.When I pulled out the dash fascia to put a chrome metal one from a HD Premiere in to replace the faded plastic HR variant,I found tickets to a 1966 or 67 Rugby league grand final between Coonabarrabran and Barradine.It was full of red desert dust,preserving the car without rust.
So my avenues opened up and I wanted Pudden to be part of that.So,at night,I'd take him with me and soon learnt of his displeasure.
He'd sit behind my neck on the bench-seat and piss down my back.Most uncomfortable.But thankfully,Pudden was a neuter,a de-sexed male.He didn't have that male cat scent when they spray their territory.But that uncomfortable warmth down your back when not expecting it.Yuck.
I'm usually in tune with Pudden,but during fear,no connection.It took it a while to figure it out,under 40 MPH,no pee.My eye caught his alignment of vision,he was watching the speedometer the whole time.
I tested it out.30 MPH,no pee.35 MPH,no pee.40 MPH,no pee.Looking at Pudden,I increased to 42 MPH,ugh !,there goes the pee,now in my bum-crack.Thanks Pudden.
We pulled up at Budgewoi Beach number three carpark.I look at Pudden and say,"You want to see a lot of water ?",hiding my smirk.The fur bristled up,wide-eyed with fear,he looked into my eyes."Ahhh,you're not cut out for this,let's go home".I could see he was relieved.
Get out of the car,Pudden sprung back to his usual.King of his territory.I look into his eyes,smile and pat him,"I won't do it again",as he curled around my hand.I took him to his shed for the nightly lock-up,9:30 to 10:30 Pm.
I just wanted to spend more time and every aspect of my life with him. He had his limitations and had to respect that.My fantasy was we could be like Scooby Doo and solve mysteries.
A Cat and his side-kick.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Fred the Punk Rocking Galah Sat Feb 24, 2024 9:29 am
This is a Galah. It's name in Aboriginal is "Cheeky Bird".And indeed they are.The funniest,craziest and third most annoying species in Australia.Corella number one,Sulpher Crested a close second.But Galahs can be a lot of fun and make great pets.Fred really wasn't meant to be but I tried to make his incarceration a little more fun.
Pudden would walk over Jake the dog.But Pudden respected Fred's social distancing,was wary and completely aware of what that beak could do.Actually,Fred helped me teach Pudden what birds he could have and which ones do not.Obvious dangers,but the real reason,no indigenous birds,only introduced species.
My Father for a short time worked in construction and then become the bosses chauffer and right hand man.It's when I used to get suits handed to me,I was the same size as a 14-15 year old.One day,Dad on the construction site stumbled across this Galah.It was groggy,not flying and whistling to itself a "Cat Call Whistle",you know the type you do to women to let them know how gorgeous they're.(F#cking Simp).So Dad decides to 'rescue' this bird.
Back home that night,Dad comes home with his hands wrapped in bandages.There's a huge cage strapped to the roof-racks,massive it was.I look at dads hands and thought,"lucky it's an auto",driving in Sydney traffic.The LJ Torana coupe had heavy steering as it turned out,driving it once under supervision,horrid drum brakes.It would be an excellent car modified and manualized.
Dad puts the cage in what will become Mums sowing shed.And I take my first look at the creature that destroyed my fathers hands.He had that thick banding around his eyes,it's a boy.He then nodded to me and 'Cat Called".What a way to say hello.He welcomed the pouring in of seed into his bowel,sunflower his favourite.Found out later they 'trip' on it.Fred as it turned out,only ate sunflower.Hippy!.
So on weekends Mum and Dad would be away and Pudden and I would sneak into the shed,with Fred watching us suspiciously.I'd start inhaling deep,the luscious smoke of marijuana and exhaling slowly,mouth wide open as Pudden put his nose between both sets of teeth and inhaled.We look in each others eyes smiling.
Then I noticed Fred come over to side of the cage,beak open,trying to bite the floating smoke.Fred and I were good with each other by then.I could give him scratches and small pats,but if he bit me,he got the water sprayer,one squirt.But on summers day I'm sure it was intentional.So he got the hose again,Silence of the Lambs style.I nearly lost a finger.That's why.He was cruel that day.
So Fred comes over to the side,Pudden taking notice as Fred bites at the smoke.And I put my eye close to Fred's eye,in a display of trust."What do you want ?".And you could see him smiling,he started bobbing his head up and down.He wanted what Pudden had.So I packs a cone,inhale deeply,face Fred,nose pressed against the cage,mouth open.Instead of a strategic strike and biting me,Fred leaned forward,beak and nose open as I completely disappeared this Galah in a cloud of smoke.He then nibbled gently on my tongue where all the residue from our activities stuck.
After about a minute,Fred moved to the middle of his branch,opens his wings and let's out a happy squawk and starts bobbing again.Thinking we needed music,I put on the Sex Pistols Bollocks album.Pudden scatters as I walk back in the shed.And there was Fred,now dancing,hanging upside down dancing,going back vertical,hopping up and down.
"Hmmm,he seems to like 'Pretty Vacant'".Anarchy In The Uk was another. So I give him another cone and start headbanging and slam dancing with Fred,Pudden looking back from the driveway,with a little disgust on his face.The only trait Pudden didn't like about me was music.Loved 'Hate Songs' back then.Fred as it turned out did too.
I only got stoned with Fred about four times,cause he was always tripping anyway.He didn't need pot for his function as Cheeky Bird.He was hilarious. With Pudden and I,it was something much deeper.
Fred was eventually evicted out of the shed and into the carport with Jake the Jack Russell.It actually suited Fred,free to screech at his over-flying cousins,hoping for a rescue mission that never came.But I made him happy.I think Brother Jim might've blown out Fred too,he was considerate that way.
Jim deserves a story too.A positive one about the kid he used to be and what he did for me when my heart was destroyed by the poisoning of Sooty,my first Cat.A black female with one small white spot on her chest.
I hated humans after that,but ignored the good lesson my brother taught me about the heart.His story was horrible and tragic,he's not blood,but adopted.
And I always regarded him higher and more family than blood.And always told him so.
He gave me Pudden,out of his good heart.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: 21 Indian Myna Birds Sitting On The Wall...The Partisans - Killing Machine Sat Feb 24, 2024 11:36 pm
This is an Indian Myna Bird. I call him Ted.Short for Hated,Rooted,Molested,FukTed. They are a source of evil.Some would argue so is my Cat.Pudd,destroys evil.As the noisy Mynas found out.
Australia has infestations.No matter where you move to,there's some mess to clean-up where others have failed.German cockroaches,mice,spiders,snakes,introduced birds of many species and sadly,thanks to peoples mismanagement,neglect and lack of heart,lots of feral dogs and cats.Breaks your heart looking at them homeless and starving.
Pudden is a designed predator.No matter how cute,furry and purring he was to me,he had needs to be satiated.Back then,I was harder than I am now.I shot and took animal life,but lament with guilt those decisions today.I wanted to be clean and I'm not,spiritually.I shot a lot of birds,one indigenous one,that I'm disgusted about,the others were introduced.
Never a crow though.One of the most psychic animals of all,I could never get the drop on one,they knew I was coming,no matter what approach I used.But the Myna,I shot 15 of them at Jarrod's Grandmothers place in one day.Karma got me though.It was a .22 air-rifle,I had a mouthful of led pellets,as I shot,I'd load another from my lips,into my free hand,load,fire as the Mynas attacked from overhead.I looked up to fire at one flying and the pellets went back into the throat.
It was either swallow or choke and decided to live.They're made of lead.
The metal of madness.Insane like the Mad Hatter in Alice In Wonder Land.He wore a lead hat."Shit,I'm f#cked,how long before I go mad",will it be psychedelic or more like a lobotomy ?.I did check my poo for the next three days,but it never came out !.I thought the weight of the crap,it wouldn't flush,sitting on the bottom like a broken brown submarine.Lead is heavy too,it's why fisherman make sinkers out of them.
But before this,Pudden was taught which birds he could hunt back at Wyee Point.I used to sit out at the fence line,where it backs onto scrub and trees.Pudden would sit with me and he'd chitter away at passing birds.When he'd go to attack,I'd let him based on the bird it was.
If it was Australian and he'd chitter,I'd voice my disapproval in a serious tone.If he attacked,I'd race and scare the bird and cut Pudden off with an angry tone.Not to much.If it was an introduced species,I'd get down on all fours,bum in the air as if I have a tail,pointing at the bird,giving Pudden full approval in tone and speech,"Skitch him boy".Pudden would accelerate to full speed in seconds,stunning the bird,who only manages two to four foot of flight when intercepted mid-air.
Then the explosion happens.A whirlwind of feathers instantly.The bird is dead before it hits the ground,impaled by two to four clawed paws.Pudden looks at me,a little killer and a mix of thankfulness.He scoots with his prize behind the tin shed so I don't have to see his primal state.De-feathers it and leaves nothing but bones.If Pudden chittered at an introduced species,I'd nod approvingly,pat him,"Good Cat".
At Wyee Point,every bird was available.So it was like an encyclopedia for Pudd.And this Cat,learnt and knew a lot.And I loved taking the time with him.
So,what a surprise when we moved to Buff Point in this newly built house.We didn't know about the funnel webs until a year later.But present and squawking on the cyclone fencing was, I counted 21 Indian Mynas.
The dark brown HQ Holden doors squeaked open.I was sitting on the backseat with Pudden in a vegetable box,"You're gonna love this".All these Mynas wouldn't shut-up,so time to release the beast.
Now usually,I'd let Pudden acclimatize,lock him in the house for a week,until he felt at home.Then let him out to explore.But by then,I knew Pudden would stay with us.Not wander back to a former address.
I slid the top half of the vegetable box,revealing a slit so glowing eyes could peer out.I can feel he's locked on target.I pull the box completely open for the birds,as if I was a magician performing a trick."Time to make you disappear,TA-DA!".
The "Horror' jumped out,ears flicked back and smiling.The tone went from 100 decibels to mute instantly.It was a different type of screech as they flew in terror at the first of the Cats attempts.Pudden jumped on the fence and sprung into the air another four feet,seven foot in all,narrowly missing one as Pudden spun about,a cyclone of claws,landing perfectly.
I took him inside as we unpacked.He might've missed this time,but I knew this bird,it was territorial to all species,not just birds.War is psychology too,know your enemies habits,especially those it can't break from.Then the strategy is deployed.
Pudden was made to stay in for three days.He spent them at the windows surveying both back (Waterfront) and the front,facing Buff Point Ave.The Mynas would walk up to the window,see the Cat trapped,screech and poop on the concrete as if to say,"Get F#cked".But the Sun Tsu in Puddy was patient,he wasn't chittering,he knew the enemy.
Freedom is coming.I open the back door and motion Pudd to follow.His eyes light up and zips past me as I run to the window facing the front.The birds are there,so is Fred's cage and Fred.Pudden finds the gap and catches it by the neck.But instead of killing instantly,he goes up to the lawn where the rest of the swarm was on the fence,bird screeching in Pudd's mouth.
He kills it in front of them,snapping it's neck.It felt like a morale breaker,a psychological war on the rest.A few birds feigned a counter-attack,Pudden crouches down,tail wagging and one came a little close,like a jack in a box,number two victim.
2-0 in Pudden's favour and it's been three minutes.
It was a very bad week for the Mynas.I didn't witness most of them,but cleaned the feathers and carcasses up.It looked like an apocalyptic graveyard...for birds.
But had the pleasure of witnessing the demise of the last Myna.It was pissed.It swooped and dove the cat,beak clipping Pudden's ears.The Cat enraged,even more when his strikes missed.The bird hovered above Pudden's head,it's back to a tree,facing the cyclone fence.So was Pudden.Pudd was pre-sprung,wound up,I could see his spinal alignment.
The bird sensing the danger,flew forward,Pudden flew to the top of the fence,cutting off the bird,it tried to gain height vertically like a helicopter but seemed out of steam.Pudden at the same time,had bounced higher off the top,flipping around and the claws wrapping around the birds feet.
I saw it in almost slow motion on this birds face,"Shit,shit,shit,F#ck",like an elevator that snapped it's cable,it plummeted to the ground becoming a whirlwind of feathers.
"Bird problem solved Dad","As long as you clean up the mess".I shot back,"He hasn't finished yet".Dad a little embarrassed,shrugs it away.
Pudden ate his bird enemies almost in entirety,but he was funny with mice.
He'd eat their livers and leave the body at the front door.The mice population greatest nemesis was the 'Hannibal Lector of Cats'.
He was funny that way.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: 16 Days...Part 1 Kate Bush - Army Dreamers Thu Feb 29, 2024 9:38 pm
"Mum, I was called a dirty black c#nt,what's that ?'."A dirty word for a woman's vagina".I knew what that was.Understand this,at my former Primary School,Ashbury Public,I got caught at school,with 'The Joy Of Sex Book',it was a contributing factor to Mum lying and getting me into Catholic School,De La Salle,Kingsgrove.I'm Protestant.
You see,back then in Public School,the kids were so naive,they didn't know swearing and thought the Stork/Pelican (Bird) bought babies to families or found under 'Cabbage Patches".I refuted their claims with facts since I had access to my uncle's library as he was in gaol/jail for heroin trafficking.This resulted in Mr Ashmore calling the parents in.I uh...disturbed the kids.Mum was understanding...Dad,well,shoulders slumped,Face-Palmed into a beetroot colour.Everyone knew I didn't mean harm,I put up a good debate.
So,the first day of Catholic School,I was called a c#nt.I lasted a year and a half there,I got the strap,six of,for water bombs.My hands were nearly paralyzed and Dad kind of assaulted the deputy principal.But it was an experience there,tough,competitive and corrupt.Not the faculty,the spoilt rich kids.Real shit-bags,tomorrows 'Pillars of Society' were disgusting humans.It was a 'Man-ing Up' Experience.
Mr Ashmore was later on 4 Corners,as he was sacked from his teaching role because he admitted he was homosexual.Different times back then,but funny how things worked out.Karma C#nt.
Seven and a half Years Later...February 1987 I was learning German at school.Mum's advice if I wanted to travel,become a nurse or Airline Steward.Dad protested,"Only poofs work in those jobs.You're becoming a man,you're joining the reserves".Dave the Fag was a friend of mine.Dad worried about that too.I wanted a wife,from Germany.Their square jaw-lines,long straight hair and Teutonic beauty,coupled with their performance on VHS porn films,just had to move to Berlin.The wall was still up.No-one thought to stop and think what I wanted.
So the night before the physical,urine,hearing and sight analysis,I got astoundingly stoned,hoping to fail the test.I was met at the door,by Dad,infuriated.Dad thought sending me to the Army Reserves would also cure my marijuana smoking,along with his paranoia I might be 'Curious'.
I passed the Medical test for the Reserves,with very stern frowns from the Medical,Psycholgical and recruitment staff.They knew.I was only 17 and four months,the earliest you can enlist.
Two months later,I was in Greens,going to Holdsworthy Base.It was the first time away from home that long.I said goodbye to family and kneeled down to pat Pudden,"I'll miss you old boy",Pudden didn't really understand what was going on.
Neither did I.
Dad drove me to Erina base in the Torana.I was playing the Velvet Underground's,'Waiting For The Man',a song about scoring drugs,trying to annoy Dad.
He just had this smirk in his eyes,but emotionless face.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: 16 Days...Part 2 Wed Mar 06, 2024 8:34 pm
Holdsworthy Base Winter 1987 Getting in trouble was instant as we exited the hire mini-bus and walked casually across the Parade Ground.A sergeant barked the order,"March across the fooking Parade Ground",we must've come across as tourist,but with the aggression in his voice,I didn't know whether to March or 'Goose-Step'.I wasn't just the youngest in my squadron,I was the youngest on the whole base. Felt very small.I soon missed Pudden and the comforts of home. "Cook,Stop marching like an epileptic cane-toad before I skull-f#ck you !".An often repeated line for the next 14 days until I got it right.The barracks I was in,used me as a Gofer and took their money,wrote a list and collected their drinks,cigarettes,chips and assorted items.Cheap in there,schooners/nips were 50 cents instead of the $1.50 at the bar.So I downed five nips of scotch whilst fulfilling the orders,getting back before the effects really kicked in.Always giving the correct change.Yeah,I was under-aged.
Back in the bad old days,there was a process of 'bastardization' in the army,to weed out the weak,useless and 'young'.In the head.I was all three catagories.So was a Jewish University student.The Jew was also insubordinate and tried to reason with orders.Took the heat off me and I got smart,where student got punched out,nearly killed and was 'allowed' to leave the reserves. There was a buxom blonde who took a shine to me.Up to then,I only had a blow-job,virgin to a woman's pussy.And she picked it and was very friendly to me.She was going to nail me,no matter what.The corporal took me aside and said later,'Cook,I have my eye on her and if you touch her,I'm going to charge you with homosexuality.Soldiers,are all the same sex !".I told the blonde girl what's going to happen.I was sad. But Mr Corporal didn't get anywhere either.He tried,but she was strong. He He He. Up until this time in life,I never found it necessary to swear.Imagine my mother's shock when the first line on a phone call after six days was,"These c#nts can't organize a clusterf#ck",dad was laughing in the background,being ex-regular army himself.Mum was appalled,but understood the mens only atmosphere...almost.
On the 10th day,I got a letter from mum.It said how everyone missed me and it's not the same.
Then she wrote about Pudden,how he was looking for me in the cupboards and meowing looking in the rooms...awwww,didn't I feel it,the first pangs of 'home-sickness'.I was on the parade ground after fire-arm maintenance,just got handed the letter.I'm thinking of Pudden and not concentrating,tears welling up in my eyes and the corporal seen it.'Cook,stop sniffling and get off my Parade Ground".I ran to the toilets, wailing like a baby.The blonde girl was allowed to talk to me,but she took me in her arms and comforted me as I took huge sobs and gasps for breath,trying to not snot on her arms.
On the 11th day,we did a three days field maneuver,including the firing range.I was building muscles I never had before.Up 4:30 am every morning.The corporal thought about toughening me up and gave me the M-60 Machine-gun to carry on a 10 kilometer march.I lasted three,collapsed unconscious and was carried for the rest on a stretcher.Hated that bastard. Last night in the field,we had a herd of horses run through our camp,startled by the artillery fire.It was firing from one point on the base,over our heads and exploding further down field.On the last field day,I saw a Chinook cargo helicopter,stall and nearly crash,after emergency dropping a piece of artillery,probably eight foot off the ground. Scary stuff like that.I was the only one to sleep through the stampede. When I got back to base that night,I let out three days worth of bowel material,ration pack filth,but felt so good after.
So,that night I got patrol for the borders of our section of base.I met a corrupt rich dude who was getting pot imported through an air-force officer.He smuggled Thai weed in his fighter jet.It was one of the best smokes in my entire life.I bought some,put it in my Winfield Red packet.And promptly lost it.I was the only one who smoked that brand.
Long story short,corporal had me by the throat,I said,"Do what you want with me,but my father put me in here to straighten out and I failed.You're nothing compared to what he's going to do".For once,he had mercy,let me go.I persuaded the rich guy to sell me more weed with assurance more care will be taken.Reluctant,but he gave in.
By the 16th and last day,I was psychotic,dangerous,just like Pyle from 'Full Metal Jacket'.The blond girl came and said good-bye,we embraced,kissed passionately,taken totally surprize.I'll admit,maybe I was a virgin,but I was a hot kisser.She pressed against something that was getting hard and erect,smiling as I carried my bags in front of me,trying to conceal it in my somewhat tight fitting uniform.When I got home that night,I told mum,"I'll be up at four in the morning mum".I slept for three days and three nights.Never realized how exhausted I was.
But before I hit sleep,Dad was working the night-shift,taxi driver.Buses in the day.Mum was sleeping for Saturday's Ettalong Markets and Pudden and I snuck into Mum's sowing shed,Fred the Galah,sleeping until the door creaked open.It's 12:30 am,Rage,an all night TV program was on,playing songs like T-Rex,The Troggs,Iggy Pop's 'Some Weird Sin',mum's snoring blocking her picking up the music.
I pack a cone of this Thai weed and Pudden and I do mouth to mouth CPR. Without the compressions of course.Fred joined in too.He got boisterous and was afraid he'd wake mum.So I whispered to him to be quiet and he replied by squawking in whispers,happy and stoned.
I held Pudden,stroking him and telling him I missed him.
This photo is interesting.Taken at Jerry's Plains on my second field operations.Not recruit,cause my hair is long.This picture was taken 'Out Of The Sun',so I didn't even know or see who took it.This was another sixteen day operation.When I got home,this picture was already enlarged and put in a picture frame my father was proud of.I don't know how he did it,but not one move I made went un-noticed.
That old man of mine had his secrets,his insider connections,everything he had under his watch.I never thought they took an interest in anything,Mum would put me in sports I hated and dump me there.Where dad I appreciate more now he's gone.He really was like a secret agent,the things he knew.
Jim my brother gave me the greatest friend and happiness I ever had,Pudd.
My Father saved Pudden's life,forfeiting a fortnights rent for emergency vet.My mother wouldn't have done that.And I don't forget,what little good you do.
But I got some f#cking good stories about my time in there.
Private Pyle - Jelly Doughnut
Last edited by Billy Ruben on Fri Apr 19, 2024 9:31 am; edited 3 times in total (Reason for editing : Info on the picture)
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Witch Cats Sat Mar 16, 2024 7:21 pm
My Puddies protect me...although a little challenging lately.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
It wasn't like this and so much has changed with this modern sat-nav map of Buff Point.
48 Buff Point Ave was demolished and rebuilt.The Castle further down the road completely removed,even the underground chambers have been filled in,with the UFO abductee who lived across the road,who tried to design free-energy motors based off what he witnessed and was telepathed,disappeared.
38 was a reserve,natural creek and tree studded,barren for development.But most of all,46,now has sun shades out the back,tree-lined fence and some-one removed the large shrub or medium tree in the north-east corner...Bastards,that's Pudden's old tree,the only place I'd leave grass under without mowing so he could hunt.
At least twice a week,I'd have to clean up the feathers after Pudden had pigeon pie.This tree seemed to attract this bird.They'd build half a nest,becoming victims before finishing it.
'My Little Shop of Horrors' in Cat form was always hidden in the grass,looking up as they built their nest,birds grabbing twigs off the ground.I was watching one day,as pigeon walked by,close to the base of the tree,happily bobbing his head,making that trilling sound,about to pick up a twig,in a real industrious mood,when two out stretched clawed paws snatched him and his happiness away in an explosion o feathers.Pudden was like a trap-door spider coming out of his lair making a widow of its partner at the top of the tree.She'd get the hint and find another partner in hours,cause pigeons are flying rats that just eat,poop and copulate.They're not like ducks,the most family orientated species,pigeons are whores who over-breed.So thanks and reverance is given to Pudd.
A Cat God that smites the sodomites of the bird kingdom."Fear Him birds".
No other cat would come within the 'Red Zone',Pudden's three houses,dogs were chased off and Dave the Fag was hissed at.Many a time.He used to give me heart attacks,laying on Buff Point Ave,soaking up the heated tar road in winter,as cars were forced to drive around him.
Maybe not out of kindness always,but Pudden was built like 'Horse' from the cartoon,Footrot Flats,a New Zealand comic.He would've done substantial damage to your car if run over,he was all muscle,not like other cats.
His origins are interesting,we got him at seven,a mid aged cat then.He lasted 20-22 years.When he died,it was like feeling ripped apart,some of me went with him.The pain is still fresh,32 years later.
A tribute to the many fallen pigeons who just wanted to make a nest on exclusive waterfront property but unaware of the "Beast of the Land".
I'm just saying,Pigeons weren't disrespectful unlike those f#cking Indians Myna birds,nope,no tribute song for them.Spose I have a respect for pigeons now since I went to prison,it was one of the only civil life-forms there.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Bunnies Mon Apr 01, 2024 11:27 pm
Did I mention the rabbits on the waterfront kind of moved 50 meters further on.There was only a couple of deaths by misadventure before they learnt real quick.They're a clever animal,they have to be,they drop dead of heart attack at the sight of this Cat.
I thought Pudd had the abilities of psychic attack,he'd look at bunny and telepath 'You may now die Mr Bunny" and for some reason they'd just oblige.Look,they're a pest,Bunnies and introduced birds and I'm the only one successful,with intense training,to use an introduced species to wipe out many others.
Think I'm joking,how'd using the Cane Toad to control the Cane Beetle work out for Australia Mr CSIRO man.
I rest my case.
Don't get me wrong,I like bunnies as pets in proportion,not in plague numbers they have at times.Pudden didn't eat them or attack them,I just seen a few drop dead at the sight of him,well,he did playfully pounce them and the surprise was too much and bunny keeled over.
So they just moved further down the waterfront.Easy solution to co-habitation.If Mr Jabberwocky becomes your neighbour,you move,same thing with Pudden.The Myna birds tried to defend their territory and hold the line and they were totally defeated...ending up shat out in the kitty litter tray.
Bird's got to know it's limitations.
Well,they did fight like Kamikaze pilots with even worse results than the outcomes of the Pacific war.
Little baby bunnies
They are warm and friendly
Watch them as they play
Watch them as they work
Eating peas and carrots
Makes them very happy
Hopping on the ground
Hopping all around
Bunnies are our good friends
See their funny noses
Please don't make them sad
Please don't treat them bad
Little baby bunnies
They are warm and gentle
See them as they work
See them as they sleep
Bunnies are our good friends
See their funny ears
Watch them as they play
Watch them as they sleep
Bunnies are our good friends
They have lots of carrots
Please don't make them sad
Please don't treat them bad
Last edited by Billy Ruben on Sun Apr 07, 2024 10:33 pm; edited 1 time in total
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Brother Jim Tue Apr 02, 2024 7:35 pm
Brother Jim was my adopted brother and gained a higher respect and form of love than my blood family.He respected me back as I was the only one who told him the truth about his origins.He was meant to be sold until my mother fought for him legally after fostering him.The buyers were Saudi Arabians,they had no love for this kid.Do you know how white slavery works ?.Jim's mother I met and I told her "You're not taking my little brother !".I was only 7 or 8 then.She had already sold Jim's true brothers and sisters,if I remember,Jim was going to be the fourth sale.
Jim's birth mother was a bank robber and a prostitute.In fact that's how we met her.On my fathers side,they're mostly law abiding people besides the bushranger 'Captain Thunderbolt" being in the family tree,My origins at birth is Glouster and Coolongolook,where Thunderbolt comes from,his lover,Mary Ann Bugg also a female Aboriginal Bushranger,her sister Sue Bugg a direct descendant.
But on mums side,uh...both her brothers were heroin addicts and dealers.Uncle Rick the worst of them.Shoot-outs with police,robbing,pimping,his defacto,my aunt,Lorraine Cohen got caught with her son in Malaysia smuggling heroin.At first,sentenced to death,but proved personal use,got lashed by a whip and 12 years.Pretty lenient for who they were.Jim's mother was one of Lorraine's sex workers.When she wasn't robbing banks.
The family put up a vote to adopt Jim.Mum had a hysterectomy,there was two still-born before me,a couple of Miscarriages,Shane two years later,then mums womb was removed. Then Jim was adopted,after my decisive vote,only Shane didn't want him in the family.That's because Shane's an uncaring c#nt.Shane doesn't even know Jim's back story.
1979,my father had just returned from a trip with me in the old HR wagon.We coast down Adam St,when the Turk with the purple Valiant Pacer reversed without looking nearly T-Boning my door.Dad got out and called him a "stupid wog bastard",the bastard bit the Turk took real offence too,my father ignorant of their culture.
I had a duck named Daisy and a female black cat with a white spot on her chest,Sooty.My brother Jim had this new cat that came from mums boss at Fosseys.She was leaving the country for marriage and couldn't take her cat,Pudden.Jim ended up with Pudd.Pudd seemed lost at first,but got along with Sooty.The only time I seen Pudden good with another cat.
One afternoon,Jim come running in from the backyard and told me something is wrong with Sooty.I went out and she was dead under the box trailer,bloated like a beachball.Daisy duck used to take off from the backyard and go spend the day with the old Dutch woman,with the inground pool.The next day after Sooty's death,the Dutch woman came with Daisy,her guts hanging out from gun-shot,she shoved Daisy in my arms as blood spilled on my shoes.
The Turks house,backs onto the Dutch womans backyard.He was the only one with a clear shot at Daisy.
My world crumbled...I don't know how to put into words the pain,the hate,the tears.I was 10,just seen Charles Bronson's The Mechanic,where he uses a gas stove to blow up a 'hit'.I crept up to his kitchen window whilst he was at work.Only to burst into tears.
It was electric.My first murder attempt foiled.
I was distraught and I seen something in Jim's eyes,compassion.Empathy. Qualities I never seen in a person before,people aren't nice you know.Jim with all his heart,without hesitation,offered me Pudden.
My brother Jim gave me the greatest happiness I ever known and still thankful to this day.We grew apart later on when the family split,drug problems,relationships etc.He got into a bit of legal trouble,probably just to survive,I last heard he straightened and manages a Pizza shop in Belmont.
I'll make it up to him one day because he does have a good heart.I feel like I cursed him bringing him into my family.His only regret was,"You'd think after changing my surname the parents would change my f#cking first name.How do you think it feels having a name like James Cook in Australia.All I get is 'Ahoy Captain'".
Poor Bastard.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Nuts Mon Apr 08, 2024 4:51 pm
Haven't really changed much in years...centuries.
I still hunt with the cats.When we were a family in Taree,I'd leave the back quadrant of the yard,long without mowing it.Nuts was able to hunt rodents attracted to the chook cage and take out the Mynas and pigeons.
I was harder on Nuts than Pudden.Pudden understood and learnt quick.Nuts defied me with frogs and I'd be on top of him as soon as I heard a frog scream from being attacked.
Nuts was a large ginger cat given by my cruel brother in law who made excuses to be rid of him.
He had bladder stones and cost me three thousand in operations all up and poor old Sam paid for his medicinal food at $30 a bag.I don't want Sam back after what she did with the kids and the fun with the neighbours she had.Her hatred for me destroyed her health,I knew it before it happened that was the way it'll go.
But if I come into some luck where I can buy two homes,I'll set her up,but she can keep away from me.She held the family in the early days of occultism,I don't forget what good you do no matter what my feelings are.
Nuts was a jealous cat with insecurities ,bit like ginger people,but nuts did have a soul and at times a nice personality.
Ginger guys always want to pick fights with me and most racist and the girls want to pervert me in many ways,actually the Occult girls are ginger lizard types,most nasty if they don't like you,very accommodating if they kind of fancy you.
But I loved him and he was super affectionate with me.He was originally one of my nieces cat,but like I said,Richard is cruel and selfish.
The Fat F#ck probably has had a coronary by now.I think a number of his daughters wouldn't miss him.There was rumors',but no real proof.
They used to be so sweet those nieces in their little dresses for Jehovah Witness church.Next to my kids,they were pretty good.Mine were just allowed to be themselves without hiding it or being afraid.Mine had a lot more freedoms in themselves and expression.They got to 18,both,virgins and drug free.Proud of that.They were happy without that stupidity.
But remember,my childhood to teens were different times and mind-sets. I think we had it better.
Last edited by Billy Ruben on Mon Apr 08, 2024 10:57 pm; edited 3 times in total
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Bob Dylan - Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 Tue Apr 23, 2024 8:28 pm
I love this meme.It's the 'thousand yard stare' the cat's face is sporting.It's how Pudden looked after his first cone that he initiated smoking.
"Pudden,are you alright ?",reality snaps back and for some reason he chases the dog until it has an asthma attack,collapsed and convulsing.
Poor thing had mini heart attacks with Pudden and I...uh,I practiced my death stares and negative psychic energy on him until he peed himself.
I'm sorry dog lovers,but you see we're both cats,not think,but know we're better.You have to earn our love,not like sloppy slobbering canines who give it away for free.
Unlike you...hmmm,beastial types,we don't get involved with our human companions perversities and rather novel films that would push legal boundaries in various countries.We are certainly a cut above you.
I don't remember dogs being worshipped as Gods.
Nor do I remember laws regarding accidental deaths to dogs incurring Capitol Punishment.
Nor do I remember an army standing down so not one dog is injured.
No...but they did for us cats.
God I'm bent...and a little bit hungry.
Lyrics Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so good They'll stone you just like they said they would They'll stone you when you're trying to go home And they'll stone you when you're there all alone But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned Well, they'll stone you when you're walking on the street They'll stone you when you're tryin' to keep your seat They'll stone you when you're walkin' on the floor They'll stone you when you're walkin' to the door But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned They'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table They'll stone you when you are young and able They'll stone you when you're tryin' to make a buck Then they'll stone you and then they'll say "good luck" Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again They'll stone you when you're riding in your car They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar Yes, but I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned alright Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone They'll stone you when you are walking home They'll stone you and then say you are brave They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: The Egyptian Cat Goddess (FULL DOCUMENTARY) In Search Of Bastet Sat Apr 27, 2024 2:52 am
Listen to the narrative at @37:37 when a Cat passes on...dies.
I spent months crying when Lisa Cat died,but looking for her in another Cat,some behavioral trait that would give it away.
I never knew all this stuff until recently.I've been in the same mind-set for looks like thousands of years.
But I won't be avenging the fall of Bubastis.The Christians destroyed the city,but what I've learnt from spirituality,one of the highest laws not to break is mess with one's set of religious beliefs if it's utilized to find a higher spiritual learning/being.
Let's say for example it doesn't matter if Jesus existed or not,but the intent with following Jesus is to become a better person/spirit.
I remember a South Park episode where Denmark was nuked to prevent internet trolls true identity being discovered.
I laughed,cause I want to nuke Denmark too,for the way they treated witches and Cats during the dark ages in Europe.They burnt and killed Cats from throwing them from the top of towers and tall buildings.
The f#cking black death got them,the Bubonic Plague.And you deserved every bit of it.
The Plague didn't hit the middle-east as bad did it ?.
Such ignorance and intolerance these mono-theistic types.
Another knowledge destroyed. Did you see them,the saints with their toys...
* (You know I'm supposed to be Aboriginal,even though I have much more varied genetics than most,I do look Egyptian,even have the Pharaohs' beauty spot near my right eye.)
** I wasn't Pharoah like some have suggested.I was part of the royal court,yes.Ever since I was young,been exploring ways to prevent famines and used to play in sand and make dykes and weirs to channel water to imaginary crops.Royal court of engineers.
But nothing,not even status,come above my love and dedication to Cats.
And that remains so.
Lyrics I travelled far and wide through many different times What did you see there? I saw the saints with their toys What did you see there? I saw all knowledge destroyed I travelled far and wide through many different times I travelled far and wide through prisons of the cross What did you see there? The power and glory of sin What did you see there? The blood of Christ on their skins I travelled far and wide through many different times I travelled far and wide and unknown martyrs died What did you see there? I saw the one sided trials What did you see there? I saw the tears as they cried They had tears in their eyes Tears in their eyes Tears in their eyes Tears in their eyes
Last edited by Billy Ruben on Wed May 01, 2024 3:17 pm; edited 1 time in total
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: The Widdershins - Codeine (Live) Wed May 01, 2024 2:14 pm
Not every encounter I have with people has been horrible.I used to write on an old David Icke Forum for conspiracy related topics.There was this lovely girl from Switzerland,Antiem and her two cats.I did write from a nicer point of view in 2007-2010 as I was trying to find the right path myself.She must've loved my writing.I mentioned my auntie toured Switzerland in the late 70's and bought back chocolate that was like sex in the mouth it was so good.
Now I've never flirted with Antiem,one respect,two Sam.All topics discussed was sharing knowledge.She is a beautiful,spotlessly clean and I'm including aura there,intelligent young lady.She sent me this very large box,the postage itself was $70 Euro,about $120+ Australian dollars and it's full of chocolates,toffees,lollies.She even come to rescue me from Sodlike Production Forum when I spiraled down hill and displayed my ugliest hate filled side.I couldn't forgive the civil war going on at the Icke forum in the management and their lackeys/operatives.
I hated breaking her heart cause she always wanted the best for people.Hope the English man she went out with works out.A bit Beta for my liking.Antiem isn't some cheap fling to me,she's wife and mother material,she'd be loving.
Since I split with Sam 2015,been on the road,living at hotels,boarding houses,reminds me of that Bowie album,Lodger.Seen and met a lot of people.One lovely 18 year old couple gave me a Cat cup,it's handle is now cracked,must've had 5,000 coffees by now,sitting by the keyboard.I used to only drink tea.
A former friend,now traitor introduced me to this tough mid 60's Kiwi.We've been talking for four years now,usually two to eight hour sessions,two to three times a week.Lies have been said about this guy,that he's a stand over/hitman.Lies.He just stands his ground when people try to f#ck with him.So they make up stories to protect their egos from being afraid of a crippled mid 60 year old.He'd tear me to pieces and nearly did from lies of a traitor.A weak lying greedy Christian you'd never expect.
When people come into his circle he uses a psychic woman to explore who they are.She mentioned I used to blow smoke in the cats face,she saw Pudden and I at it.Not only that,my new Kiwi friend mentioned under his breath something like I might be an alien. That was 14,000 years ago and to be honest you all are.To be precise, you're space mutant slave aliens much prettier than your creators.And smell better.
Take that Reppies. (They're not really your creators,they steal DNA from conquered races and make their own dumbed down versions...You)
Getting back to it.I got to know my new friend's family and dog,which loves me.So does the Grand Daughter,she was four then,now six.A horrible lie trickled down from traitor up north.Which sent him into an emotional spin.Before we ended up coming to blows,the Grand Daughter and Dog stuck up for me and intervened.His emotions cloud his judgement but he read the situation correct and he turned on traitor instead.That's who he was trying to un-earth in the first place.
When she sees me,she gives me hugs and kiss cheeks.They're so adorable ages 3-8,then their friends at school,teenage years,ruins them somewhat.The kids as they age loose their subtle psychic awareness,usually materialism is a major culprit.But on her Birthday and Christmas,she gets unicorn related stuff from me,like figurines,art supplies and painting unicorns and two bags of Frey's Turkish Delights.She reminds me of my daughter in ways,when she was that age.
She felt sad for me cause I have no cat and she does.And she knows both our favorite animals are cats.So she gave me this large eyed Cat doll.I love it.Some visitors have seen it and give me funny looks.I let them think what they want.Brittney down the hall thinks I'm a witch,with the figurines,dressed in black and I always catch her off guard and spook her.Crazy funny girl that one,adopted two of her children out,too young and crazy.
The Grand Daughter sat with me the other week and showed me pictures of her cat stuck on the roof,she was in tears.I felt her emotions and nearly burst in tears too.I was using the collar of my shirt to absorb the tears in my eyes so they wouldn't fall.When I spoke,my voice was unsteady and she noticed it.Had to turn away.She had to wait for her Grand-dad to come home with a ladder.
He's been a good influence on my life this Kiwi.He told me to "Man up and get off them f#cking pills and learn to deal with the pain".So I did.I never realized how bad I got in Taree,codeine addiction,tramadol replacement,felt like a demon.Aura is much brighter and clearer now.
I regard the Grand Daughter and Dog,well they act as light guardians for me,but like lucky charms too.And they both defended me where lies could've cost me dearly.
# Added: When this post originated some weeks back,I had to modify it,there's some new revelations.Kiwi is being good to me as I served a purpose against traitor.I contacted 'Traitor' and found his life falling apart.
There was something else at play.That psychic Kiwi uses,she's more than just that.And it was imperative I didn't know.
Well now I do.
I rang Traitor in a rage and immediately spotted what was going on and felt a reversal and rush of energy go the other way.
I hope the spell is reversed.
You don't destroy someone because of your own paranoia or your secret hatreds.
Someone is going to pay a high price.He's going to cause his own empire to fall.
Karly the head of the Occult Group wants Kiwi as my replacement.Does that give you an idea of the evil at play here.
They won't get him,that's not the point or what she is saying.
She is showing me how I used to be,hate consumed,narcissistic,self destructive and mostly,unforgiving.
Still need a bit of work on the last point.
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: David Bowie - Fantastic Voyage Wed May 01, 2024 6:10 pm
# Post Borrowed from 'Cool Songs'.
I have a little dream I want to achieve before I go.A small farm,it's not going to make money,it's a sanctuary for unwanted horses due for the glue factory,neglected cows and injured wild-life.
I will build shade areas made of wooden poles and thatched roofing to shelter from the heat and dig small dams and ponds,trapping rain and run-off.Grow food and fruits as treats that they like.
In the paddocks,I'll have water-proof speakers and play music,classical,Brian Eno's ambient music for good plant growth and the animals pleasure.
But every morning,this is the song I'll play first for them,to remind this is the paradise I want for them.It's not the lyrics in this case,it's the sound.
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, a 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 and 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?
The farm animals, not to concerned about.
But Australian wild-life is another story.This is hilarious...
This Kangaroo Saved my Life (dababy kills Kevin)
Billy Ruben Admin
Posts : 1332 Join date : 2012-02-18 Location : No Fixed Address
Subject: Be Kind Fri May 03, 2024 6:23 pm
Unbeknownst to me for a very long time,froggy lived in a hole,next to the shower.A leaky pipe had rotted a golf-ball sized peak-through.The year 2006 was particularly dry year,water restrictions and hefty fines.Maitland and the Hunter suffering the same fate as the rest of the country.
Cold showers the common,supposed it saved on electricity.When to the left out the corner of my eye,a green beak,then two little green hands and a head,Froggy eyed me quizzically.I smiled and dripped water on his dry skin and he let me.In a flash I felt little sucker toed feet land on me,he must of sensed the temperature,cold and wet.He showered with me.
Bit slimy at first until he rinsed off,his outer shine rejuvenated,stayed with me beyond twenty minutes.Froggy became part of the family for a while.The kids would giggle and throw disabled large roaches Lisa had attacked,the only life-form that little cat ever did destroy.Good Puddie.
I miss Froggy.
Daisy. I used to score my pot in Cracknell Lane from a near blind,hillbilly,evil family of psychopaths.They moved away to a more suitable location in FNQ,Far North Queensland.Actually,anything north of Taree including that starting point,is suitable for the wilder elements.
Instead of taking the legal course to get there,through Showground Road,I'd skip a paddock,using a blindspot so I didn't look as though trespassing.It's been pretty dry from those years so there was an un-mowed part of the paddock with lush tall grass I'd pull out for the cows whilst I was there.
There was gardens with vegetable rows and I'd give them treats,but one Friesian took a like to me and I called her Daisy.She got to know me well,as I scored a lot of pot and usually stoned when I was walking down,ever so peaceful.
One day I hopped the fence and heard this snort,it wasn't the protected side of the paddock,I become accustomed to only females in this fenced off area.
I heard a snort again and looked to my left to see a very angry and very horny (sexually) Bull in the paddock,it was a reddish brown,big,big sharp horns adorned it's skull.It near blocked out the sun,dark black clouds behind him.
"F#ck !".Frozen on the spot,I'd dare not move,dressed in black,thank God,step back slow,don't pee myself or worse,thinking I'm about to become shish kebab,when bump my good friend Daisy chaperoned me across the paddock.The bull titled its head with this stupid look.
So did I.We were all friends after that.I'd pull up at High Street lights with the windows down in the HR Holden and scream out in my South Park voice,"Hello Cows" and all them in the paddock would look up "Huh",they knew my silly ways.Lot of fun in those days.They're all gone now,just a couple of horses.
I miss them.
Black Star was the smartest chook,I ever met.She was the product of a school science agricultural project.So my son would've cared and hand raised her at school.When they reach maturity you had the choice,if living stance permits,to take it home or they're off for butchering.
He decided to bring her home.They had these $90 slap together chook houses at Big W in Taree and being useless in everything worthwhile except car mechanics...alright electrical work too,shit auto-didactic in other areas too,look I can't slap wood together,hammers are for hitting people.
And ball-joints.
So Sam puts it together,thank Christ and that very night,my black bastard brothers up the road stole the f#cking thing.They're not my brothers by family,if you know what I mean.I just find not stealing and avoid invading peoples property with intent,not just common sense,but respect,something most these days seem to lack.
So we had no choice but to bring her inside and she immediately met the two cats Nuts and Sandy,a large ginger tom desexed,boof-headed male,and Sandy a slender brown tabby cat with black paws,with a Mau build.
The two cats looked at this big bird and I seen that fraction of a second of horror in Black Stars eyes,she cocked her throat back and let out a large purr the same sound,so close to what a cat sounds like.The two cats looked at each other "Did you see that",out of respect the cats parted in disinterest as she seemed to know 'Kitties Secret Pass-word',yes my Cats are Masons and acted as temple guards,Black-Star's path was clear and proceeded into the warmth of the lounge room,passing the linoleum floor of the kitchen first.
Half an hour later,I'm thinking,where she going to go to the toilet,then she hops up,walks back to the linoleum floor,craps,goes back to the family in the lounge room making it easy for me to clean up.
She took over the unnecessary cat carrier that's only for vet visits for her sleeping quarters and race me to the door of the house when the sun was going down.The Greatest and most brilliant Chicken-Cat-Human I ever had the pleasure of knowing.
I miss her.
It was a nice day in Taree as I walked out of my share house with a ABC radio presenter in that Maiden Avenue house.Must've been winter,had my suit on and you're lucky to get three weeks of chilly mornings.I didn't stay in the house preferring the garage converted to granny flat,just love being on my own with the weird music and internet.
High upon a pole,there was crow,which I happily said "Hello Mr Crow",slightly bowing and walked in the direction of town.Before I reached the next pole,Mr Crow beat me.I stopped and looked up at him,"You going to follow me into town you clever old chap",you could here him caw ever so softly.
There's a pedestrian crossing near a church on the Wingham Road I take the short cut across the park,loosing sight of Mr Crow amongst the trees next to the PCYC,connecting Queens Street that runs parallel with the railway line,Crow appears at the first corner and I'm ecstatic with laughter,"You beat me again Mr Crow" he cawed the volume that shits you at 4:30 in the morning.
He escorts me up the street all the way to the roundabout as I chatted about how much I appreciated his audience before he disappeared into the large tree that straddles the corner of the Caltex (?) Ampol (?) fuel station.This tree had barely any leaves.Just about 200 crows.
Up ahead,three disrespectful loud obnoxious young teenagers screamed out obscenities about nothing in particular when a rain curtain of bird-blobs absolutely painted these jerks,they looked like they were at at tribal meeting.I was stunned silent.
Pays to have manners.I like that old English gent style,"Jolly good show old chap".Being called old then was good,you made it that far in life...just to be alive.Let alone,do good materially .In the past,No workers compensation or very little,no safe spaces,you suck it up.But you remained civil.
I detoured the tree and walked down the street where the loading dock for Big W is,thinking it was over when Mr Crow,clipped my right ear as he flew past,ever so gently,I didn't even flinch,he was like shaking my hand.
That was the best area in Taree,The West up on the hill near the school.I had a connection with the birds up there and many street cats I'd visit,feed,play with,some I even become acquainted with their nice families.
Everywhere I went it had a purpose to say hello to my animal friends.
But none of them I own...I mean have permanent companions where I provide shelter and food,but they could visit for a feed.
There's lots of instances,with magpies,they always appreciate and never dive bomb you telling their clans up and down the streets to leave my whole family alone where others are attacked without mercy.
Molly the Owl was the most cheeky...
Even an instance where a Myna bird,yes,Indian Myna bird that Pudden and I wiped out in complete genocide with field tactics and psychology and utilizing a thrill-killer part-time psychopathic Cat,this Myna sat with me whilst I chatted to it in a park,near the bridge into Carrington (Newcastle) not noticing the Pakistani Taxi driver trying to film it.It was all natural,I was embarrassed and being caught at what others would think is madness.
By the way...I didn't mention my war crimes against the bird's cousins in Buff Point,"S-Sorry Old Chap".
Respect all forms of life if you can,just be kind.
Sponsored content
Subject: Re: The Cat and Pudden Appreciation Thread
Subject: 40 miles per hour... 
Sat Feb 17, 2024 6:10 pm
