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 This is Soccer. He's my cute little kitty. And he can talk. Really. While he can only say one word, it is a most important word for him: Water.
Every morning before everyone gets up, he wanders around the house meowing, and it really does sound like he is saying "water", in a most pathetic and needy way. He has a bowl of water, so its not like we're neglecting him. But he likes his water in a very particular way, and is very set on that way.
When we get up and head to the bathroom for our own needs, Soccer hurries in and waits by the sink for us to turn the water on for him.
After he eats his little breakfast, he hurries over to the kitchen sink, sits in it and waits for us to turn that water on for him.
While I understand his obsessive need for water from the sink, it sure would be nice if he didn't wake the whole household yelling for it every morning.
-Chel
It has been a while since I've offered tid-bits of such valuable information. So I'll take the time now to enlighten everyone on a very important topic:
How to Escape If Trapped In A Lion Cage
 1. Do not run.
2. Watch for signs of an attack. A low staccato growl, combined with eye contact and a lashing tail, usually indicates that an attack is likely.
3. Find a defensive tool. Moving very slowly, pick up a water bowl, bench, or anything else within reach that may be used to fend off a charge.
4. Back away slowly.
5. Watch for mock charges. A lion may make several "mock" charges before actually attacking. It will run forward, then stop. Mock-charging shows that a real attack is imminent.
6. Yell as loudly as you can. Lions are sensitive to noise; yelling may discourage further charges.
7. Fend off attack. Push its paws and head away from you with a nearby object.
8. Keep screaming as loudly as possible.
Now, aren't you so glad you came by to learn all of this?
-Chel
We were coming home from church the other day, driving behind a slow poke. As soon as they turned out of my way, I had every intention of speeding down the rest of the road. But there was a cat on the side of the road and it looked as if he was going to enter into it. He did. And plopped right down in the middle. Like he owned it!
  
Obviously, he is crazy. He let us drive pretty close before he sauntered off.
Chelle
How to Escape From a Giant Octopus  1. Pull away quickly.
2. If you do not escape, do not go limp. Octopi tire easily, so continue to put pressure on the arms by attempting to swim away. 3. Prevent the octopus's arms from wrapping around your arms.
4. Peel the suckers from your body. Give the octopus a spear, raft, surfboard, or other object to latch on to. Work quickly, before the arms grab you. 5. Detach the octopus from its anchor.6. Turn somersaults in the water to irritate the octopus.7. Swim toward the surface.I don't know about you, but I rather enjoyed this tip. Should come in very handy! However, after watching this video, I'm not so sure I believe it. -Chel
Trauma is not what I hope to cause when I talk to people about nature. But it seems I did just that this past weekend.
A co-worker and I were talking to a group of people about birds of prey. We actually had a live hawk with us that day, so everyone got the chance to see something very cool and not often seen this close.
It was my job to talk about the different adaptations of birds of prey specifically, and then just some adaptations of birds in general. About half way into the discussion, the people are pretty excited about birds and how amazing they are.
So at this point, I begin talking about bird bones and how they are very light yet strong. I pass around the breast bone of a turkey so people can get a good look at it, and feel how light it is. We talk about how a bird's bones are hollow, but not empty. They are full of criss-crossing fibers which is what makes them strong. Then I made the fateful suggestion.
"The next time you have some chicken, break one of the bones in half and look inside. You'll see that they are not empty, but full of air space." One little boy on the front row, about 7 years old, asks me, "Do what?" So I repeat myself.
"The next time you eat some chicken, like from Kentucky Fried Chicken, snap one of the bones, so you can look inside of it and see what a bird's bone looks like inside."
He just looks at me a little confused. So I clariy, "You know that chickens are birds, right?"
His look of confusion is suddenly mingled with a touch of horror. I guess he didn't know that...
 His mom pipes up from behind him, "We'll have a little discussion about that later."
-Chel
Chelle and I both love cats. She has one, I have one, we are both convinced they are the prettiest, and cutest little things ever. And they are the bosses, too. When I crawl into bed at night, if one of them is sleeping (ever so soundly and peacefully) on my bed, right in my spot, then I have to jam myself carefully around them, so as not to disturb their peaceful slumber.
They both have a funny thing about their drinking water. My cat likes to jump in the tub right after anyone showers, and paw the faucet to get any last drips and then lick the water off.
Chelle's little Spy, for some reason, likes to drink her water off the edges of things. For example, I have a large container that I keep Anna's water in. Spy will push it, pull it, pat it, in an attempt to get some of the water to splash up on the edge so she can lick it off. Its even better if she can get it to tip over, because then she can lick what ever is left inside.
One of her favorite things to do is put her paw in a cup (anywhere from slightly full of liquid, to nearly full) and pull on it. After it spills all over the place, she has her pick of edge drinking. Just now, as I sat here reading over blogs and getting ready to post something, I hear the familiar sound of a cup about to be pulled over. I jumped up to try and rescue the cup (and surrounding papers) from the inevitable outcome, but I jumped too late. It frustrated me this time. And with the little remaining water left in the cup, I splashed little Spy. Of course she looked at me with indignation, jumped to the floor, and calmly cleaned herself off (then wondered over to the dog's water for her little sip).
 The kitties about to drink out of the fountain until Anna come's over to check things out. - Chel
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This is Soccer. He's my cute little kitty. And he can talk. Really. While he can only say one word, it is a most important word for him: Water.
