Buzz...

The weather mellows slightly in Ann Arbor accompanied by mild winds now and then. And if you live in an apartment complex that uses central heating and does not care much about the general maintenance of things, you know that this is the time of the year when newly emerging bugs, searching for a warm place and aided by the wind,  start crawling into your apartment.

I remember, in my old apartment complex, I woke up in the middle of the night to drink some water. Only half awake and not being able to open my eyes fully, I turned on the lamp on my night stand. This huge thing started buzzing loudly a millisecond later. I was so scared, I didn't know what it was, and it was so huge, trapped in the shade of my night lamp, I couldn't stay at home and left home until the morning, crashed at my neighbor's place. When I came home, there was no sign of the huge disgusting bug. False hope. The "thing" came back at night, hitting on windows and lamps, buzzing loudly, falling and flying. Finally I could catch a glimpse of it, it was just a fly. AS BIG AS MY THUMB! Eew. I finally got rid of it but it was very gross, I'm going to spare you the details.

A few nights ago, I woke up again in the middle of the night, this time to the familiar sound of buzzing. Another bug is trying to get out to the light through the closed window. First I thought it was trapped between the insulation wrap and the window. So I didn't care and tried to go back to sleep. Then I saw my 11 year old cat, watching it carefully, whiskers all alarmed. I let her entertain herself and slept.

This parade continued another couple of nights. The stupid bug, although not trapped, failed to get out of my bedroom. On the third day, my cat watched, watched, watched... and SMACK! the bug is down at the window sill. Another paw and it is now on the floor. It tries to buzz and fly away, but all it is capable of doing is jumping around. So my cat plays with it for a while, before chowing it down.

Watching her through the action, I decide I won't be kissing her cute little nose anytime soon.

After only a couple of days, now she is playing with another little bugger buzzer on the window. Who knew my 11 year old indoors kitty had an inner hunterress. At least I'm luckier than Simon:

Poor kitty that got skin cancer

In general we humans, as loving as we are, still are superficial..

This is the story of a cat called Charlie, who unfortunately got skin cancer and got his ears and his nose removed to avoid spreading of the cancer.. Yes he looks a little scary, but I think nicknaming him after Voldemort is a little superficial. I am happy to read that he finally got adopted by a loving lady - who had no interest in Harry Potter fame. No offense, JK Rowling, I love your books, but even for marketing purposes, I think this was way too cheap.

Every animal need our help. Ever one of them is worthy of our love and care. For all I know, his ugly nose is one if his cutest features. I'm happy for you, Charlie.
With love, Jada.

Cat's Tongue

I realize not everyone might think a "warm" mug of coffee is the best. A lot of people probably prefer a "hot" mug of coffee. Well friends, I am a cat's tongue. In Japan they call people who can't eat hot food a neko jita, i.e. a cat's tongue. Unfortunately enough, I burnt my tongue and lost my sense of taste too many times by being impatient and taking a premature sip of my hot drink.
So, I believe, a warm mug of coffee is much better than a hot one.