Tuesday, August 21, 2007

I've got a terminally ill cat (push THE POST down part 6)

As you can easily remember (because the post is right below this one), a week ago I had an unexpected guest. Well, apparently, it didn't stay in my home for a long time, because I'm not too keen to keep wild animals away from the wild (even the wild of the city). And bats don't make ideal pets anyway, because they sleep at day and hunt at night. Anyway, I released the creature the same day we pulled it from behind of the refridgerator. It seemed absolutely exhausted and helpless then, but twelve-hour nap and a bit of meat later the dude was flying all over my room, frightening my cat, which almost ate it the night before. So I let it out.

Anyway, it's all memories now. Especially that part about the cat catching the bat. Only a week passed, and the evil hunter is reduced to a barely moving weak creature three inches from death who will certainly not reach Christmas. Well, who am I kidding, it's only 50% my cat will reach September, which is something like two weeks away. The reason? Breast cancer, which developed because of the contraceptive medications we used because we couldn't afford having several kittens every several months and selling them to kebab makers. Yes, we should have sterilized the cat in the first place. That was our mistake, and now the cat is paying for it. Sad, really. Thus, always sterilize your cat, unless you plan on having little kittens after some time. And always check out whether contraceptives of your choice don't have unpleasant side effects (we find out that the contraceptives we used were cancerogenic after they were got a country-wide ban, yay!).

P.S. For some weird reason this post remained unpublished... Sorry! 

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Outside the post

For those, who don't get the reference:

All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall,
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

Pink Floyd - Outside The Wall

I wanted badly to extend the "push the post down" series to the part nine before posting something like this, but I don't feel I can come up with four more posts soon enough. Whatever, we all know I am a lousy blogger.

OK, frankly, what you have read in THE POST is 80% bullshit. There is some truth in it and the photo was genuine, however, most of it was complete lies, forged for one particular reason. But let's start at the beginning, shall we?

First of all, I did have a problem with gender identity. I did question myself, am I really not a girl in a boy's body. I did research all over the Internet about this topic. I did my best, and then I decided... I am not. I am very sorry that my previous girlfriend had to suffer through it all and most probably that was the main reason we split up anyway. I imagine it should have been painful. Well, OK, I wasn't 100% sure, but I really thought that it's most probably not my path of life.

There are some reasons why I questioned myself. Maybe I didn't realise most of them myself back then, but right now I see it as a way to simply build a wall between myself and the rest of people who were hurting me a bit too much. Almost as in "if you don't like me the way I am, I will be someone absolutely different then, but that won't be me". Yes, I know it sounds mad, but I don't think I can claim full sanity with the things I wrote in the post anyway. However, I can calm you down - that phase passed very fast and I realised it's all just an illusion.

If I were at least a bit superstitious, I could bullshit you right now, how a bat, which returned to me last night, and the lightning without thunder were the signs from some supernatural beings to stop this nonsense, however, bats aren't all that rare in this part of the city and lightning between clouds does not produce thunder, because it is too high from the ground. However, as I am not too good at sleeping with lights flashing right into my eyes, I lied in my bed and thought about all this stuff and realised I should stop now. You see, while I knew the answer that I am not a transsexual all along, I still intentionally made the "confession", because I am a heartless bastard and I wanted to find out by these radical means where some of my friends really stand. I was curious, whether admitting something like this would reveal something in them I was not aware before. Well... sadly... it did reveal, but I won't go in much detail about it. Let's say it was all an eye-openning experience for me. Am I happy that I did it? Not necessarily. I really can't tell.

So, just to sum up - I am not a transsexual. It was all just a temporary crisis earlier in my life that I have crossed (I think) successfully. However, I am a heartless bastard and I wanted to test out my friends and their opinions about me in a different light. I wanted to really find what is important in me for them. Thus, I conducted a scientific experiment. I am sorry for anyone, who feels mentally damaged by this, but you won't get a refund. I am also amazed that there were several people who read through my this plan at once. Shows how good they know me.

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

I got a bat (push THE POST down part 5)

Everything happened around 3 AM local time, as I was reading Dungeons & Dragons player's manual (out of pure curiosity, what the hell is the game about and how it works). Suddenly I realised that my usually very calm and lazy cat is too active for this time of night. Of course, I didn't hear a single thing over my headphones, so I just thought my cat wants to have some fun. After a while I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, that my cat has something in here mouth... something quite a bit bigger than her usual prey (flies).

15 seconds and a quick fight with a cat later I had a bat in my hands. I always imagined that they are quite bigger (well, there are some quite huge species, like a flying fox with a wingspan of 5 feet), but actually there isn't much of flesh in there at all, just skin and bones. It was mighty scared as well, so it didn't even try to escape from me.

"What should I do?", I thought then. I mean, parents wouldn't be too happy, if I woke them up at 3 AM. They aren't even too happy that I am not sleeping at 3 AM myself. And then a bright idea struck me - put the thing behind refridgerator. I mean, if the thing is as helpless as it looks like, it won't go too far away, and it's warm and cozy there! So there it went.

So now that everyone is up, we moved the fridge, got out the bat and put it properly in the box. It still seems to be very scared, because he doesn't try to escape from me. However, that thing is mighty quick, I can give you that, because when it did try escape from my cat, it almost succeeded. The bad news is he is unable to fly. There doesn't seem to be any bone fractures or broken bones in the wings, but the critter refuses to fly, and when tried to do that once, crash-landed after two seconds.

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