Thursday 27 August 2009

Big. Deserved.

This is such a good song. It has been a long journey. Sweet.

LOVE

But in old English cream, and fully refurbished. Please.

Vacation?!

yurt is a portable, felt-covered, wood lattice-framed dwelling structure traditionally used by nomads in the steppes of Central Asia

Traditional yurts consist of a circular wooden frame carrying a felt cover. The felt is made from the wool of the flocks of sheep that accompany the pastoralists. The timber to make the external structure is not to be found on the treeless steppes, and must be obtained by trade in the valleys below.

The frame consists of one or more lattice wall-sections, a door-frame, roof poles and a crown. Some styles of yurt have one or more columns to support the crown. The (self-supporting) wood frame is covered with pieces of felt. Depending on availability, the felt is additionally covered with canvas and/or sun-covers.

The frame is held together with one or more ropes or ribbons. The structure is kept under compression by the weight of the covers, sometimes supplemented by a heavy weight hung from the centre of the roof. They vary regionally, with straight or bent roof-poles, different sizes, and relative weight.

A yurt is designed to be dismantled and the parts carried on camels or yaks to be rebuilt on another site.

I am going to stay in one.
I will repost stating how good the yurt-ing way of life is...

The precious cat...

Right. To start with, this image is repulsive and harrowing. I can hear questioning along the lines of "Why use it then?" Well, the picture, if you have not yet figured it out is actually of a dead cat, and I have used it because... why the hell would you load a picture up on the internet titled "Dead domestic cat". In addition, why when searching google images for "cats" is it one of the first images you come across?!

So... image aside... cats, domestic cats. What is the point? Recently, our cat Polly, our childhood cat died, to be replaced by a ginger nightmare called Monty. Sympathy and arrr's are definitely not necessary. I personally don't get on with cats all that well, but I didn't mind Polly. She was like most cats, only came to you when she wanted attention, or when you were doing something, would demand feeding, and then bugger off for four days or so... This is common as cats go right! (And incidentally, Polly was actually quite sweet once or twice) 

Problem. Since the introduction of Monty to the household, not only has the dog (Mabel) had to start walking to the tone of his tune, after a few weeks or kitchen floor stand offs. But also he has somehow manipulated the mind of both parents of mine, who treat him like a child - the good egg, surrounded by a golden glow! They answer his whims, call him in at night, let him eat leftovers from the table etc... They find this cunning felines behaviour so endearing and delightful. 

In reality however, all he is, is a menace. A complete pain. I can see straight through him. I mean for instance, he brutally murdered a poor pigeon the other day, and recently had a good few hours on the operating table (patching up a hole in his leg) after coming off worse in a back yard brawl.

I struggle to understand what is so attractive about having a domestic cat? I mean in European countries, and some North African, cats are not greatly received, and are left to stray. Brits comparatively love 'em. Nothing can beat the image of a big flat fluffy cat sprawled out on a poofy in front of a fireplace. I personally will never have a cat. 

Another beaming example why not to have a cat is my Nan. God she loves her cats. I mean she gets full on angry at them if they don't do as they are told, and she will even not come and do things like visit family sheerly because "What about the cats..." Well, what about them? God give me strength. Back to the image. I am not necessarily saying that I want cats dead, no, certainly not. But I am not a fan, and find them unnecessary. Instead, please do the right thing and get a dog.