Thursday, April 30, 2015

Spay/Neuter Incentive


He said he loved me
He sang to me and whispered in my ear
All the words I wanted to hear.

He was so handsome
So utter gorgeous if truth be told
We talked and kissed, danced and rolled

When we made love
I lost myself in his eyes and in his arms
Succumbing to his considerable charms

I thought I was safe
But all too soon I found to be
The result of that love growing inside of me

When the babies were born
Their daddy was long gone
And all alone I had to be strong

I was not the only one
Others like me had to find a way
To deal with the consequences of mating day

How many babies died?
How many will grow up to be
Fools in love, just like me

If only those who loved us
Had taken the time to take us to the vet
The fling I had would be easy to forget

As it is and pay attention now
This spring fling of mine
Can result in 420,000 babies over time

We are helpless, but you are not
The pet population needs your assistance

Because when spring comes around, it’s not in our nature to keep our distance.

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

8 Ways to ensure backyard safety


When summer comes around and family and friends stop by for a visit, everyone wants to sit outside and enjoy the pleasant weather rather than being cooped up indoors.  Making your backyard safe will reward you with peace of mind over any potential scraped knees, cut hands or worse – having to call 911! 


Making your backyard safe may require a stroll around the area with eyes wide open:

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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

A side order of pigeon?


I’m doing cat aerobics this morning. Have you ever tried cat aerobics, it’s quite demanding. Let me explain.

Yesterday afternoon a pigeon landed on our balcony. This might not seem like a momentous occasion to you, but have a look at the picture above … do you see that? The entire balcony is enclosed with mesh. First a fine nylon mesh, and for extra strength a thick green plastic mesh.

So how did a pigeon manage to penetrate this fortress of security … it sat on top of the nylon mesh, near the Christmas lights, and as the mesh sagged under its weight, it discovered a way to slip in.

Fortunately for the bird, the cats were not on the balcony at the time. Just imagine what would have happened if they were! They would have chased it, it would have panicked, and ultimately it might have been killed.

As it was, the bird flew to the top of the canopy of the swing and sat there for a while, then fancied a walk on the floor, followed by an inspection of the windows and various places of the mesh. He was clearly looking for a way out.

Just when I thought I would have to go outside and give the bird directions, it flew to the top of the mesh, and used the opening created under its weight to escape.

I heaved a sigh relief.

This morning though the bird was back, and this is where the cat aerobics came in. This time Holly and Mickey were outside, so every time the bird landed on the mesh, I had to get up to shoo the pigeon away.
As the bird kept coming back and back, I had to get up and down, and up and down, and up and down. It was exhausting.

How could this bird, who was smart enough to find a way in and out of a mesh enclosed balcony be stupid enough to keep coming back to a place where two cats were just waiting to catch and kill it?

It had seen the cats, I know that because I saw the bird looking down and cocking its head from left to right as if wondering what those big hairy things were. Had it never seen a cat before? Was it not familiar with the fact that cats chase and eat birds?

Was it hoping that the cats had been fed and wouldn’t be hungry enough for a side order of pigeon? In that case, I had news for the bird … they had been fed, but after the main course comes dessert.

If the bird though Holly and Mickey wouldn’t be fast enough to catch it, I had news for Mr. or Ms. pigeon. Just the other day I saw Holly in action after she had spotted a fly on the balcony.
She chased it from one end to the other, keeping her eye firmly on the insect. And then suddenly, out of nowhere, she whacked the fly with her paw and the fly flew no more.

I have no doubt that she would have pursued the pigeon just as diligently and in that case it would have been bye bye birdie.


As it is, the pigeon finally got the message and flew away. Holly and Mickey witnessed his departure with obvious disappointment and me, I could finally stay seated and have a little peace and quiet.

Friday, April 24, 2015

The 8 best beauty investments of all time



Even though everybody agrees that real beauty comes from the inside, looking good on the outside is important too.  If it wasn’t, the cosmetics companies wouldn’t be a multi-million dollar industry.  Some visit a spa every so often, others make regular visits to the beauty salon, while others still try every miracle product that comes on the market.  Just what are the 10 best beauty investments of all time?

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Great gifts for bookwurms


Bookworms are people who constantly have their nose in a book, whether reading or studying.  They either specialize in a particular subject or read anything they can get their hands on.  As such, selecting a gift for a bookworm is rather obvious ... a book.  Or is it?  You might want to give the bookworm in your life some thought before grabbing just anything off the shelf.

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Voice of an Angel - Prologue


PROLOGUE

 When Jack Garrett first heard the otherworldly voice, his head snapped up and he quickly surveyed the street around him.  The song, or rather ‘the voice,’ was hypnotizing, powerful, and crystal clear.  He listened, recognizing the song as Memories, made famous by Barbra Streisand.  He was pretty sure that it wasn’t a recording because he couldn’t hear any accompanying instruments.  His eyes swept over the multi floored apartment buildings, looking for a woman singing; but, he couldn’t see anyone. 
He stood there on the street, with his hands in the pockets of his black cashmere jacket, as he scanned the apartment buildings again, floor by floor, balcony by balcony, looking for any kind of female form. 
“Damn!” he swore, causing one or two pedestrians to look at him disapprovingly.   “Damn, damn, damn!”
How was he going to find this singer?  She could be in any of the numerous apartment buildings on this busy street in Greenwich Village.  If only she would show herself.
When the last notes of her song had faded away, he almost panicked.  His heart was thumping like a drum until the incredible voice started again, this time with Phantom of the Opera.  Her voiced calmed the beating of his heart and he began to relax again. He wondered if she had the skill to hit the high note that challenged so many singers.  He waited in anticipation; but, he wasn’t surprised when she nailed it, effortlessly, just like a professional.
“Where are you girl?” he whispered out loud. “Who are you?  Show yourself.”
He walked up and down the intersection, occasionally stopping to listen more closely, trying to determine where the voice was coming from. 
When his rumbling stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten since lunchtime, he ordered a hamburger from street vendor and sat outside on a bench.  In the evening air the angelic voice floated down to him; warming his heart and sending cold chills up his spine. 
He closed his eyes and shook his head.  Such a voice! Such a talent!  And he didn’t have a clue where to look for it.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Tart cherries and sausages


Some time ago, the benefits of tart cherries were brought to my attention. I'd never even heard of tart cherries, but if they really held health benefits I was prepared to give them a try.

Since I couldn't find fresh tart cherries at the time, I decided to settle for tart cherry juice. The first sip was horribly disappointing. I had expected something nice, but this juice tasted terrible, worse than medicine.

Despite the taste I forced myself to continue drinking it, reminding myself that it was good for me, but eventually I gave up. Or shall I say, my taste buds couldn't take it anymore.

With summer around the corner, I did some research where I can find fresh tart cherries and guess what ... it turns out that I've been eating tart cherries all my life, I just didn't know it.

English not being my first language, the name tart "cherries" misled me. As it turns out, tart cherries aren't cherries at all, they are something else. 


Let me explain ...

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