Saturday, April 17, 2010
He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher - the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum.
Friday, April 16, 2010
May 8, 1982. Today the female cat killed a half-grown rabbit. I looked out through the picture window and saw her with this rabbit in her jaws which she dragged under the porch. James was horrified. Later, she was out on the porch licking the blood off her paws with a very satisfied expression. I don't care much for rabbits. They aren't cute at all, even the little ones. All they do is make stupid, galvanic attempts to get out of your hands, and big rabbits can give you a very nasty bite. I tried to retrieve the remains before they manifest themselves and start haunting the porch with the reek of carrion. I can see nothing from the accessible end of the porch and don't aim to crawl under there.
I have observed that in cat fights the aggressor is almost always the winner. If a cat is getting the worst of a fight he doesn't hesitate to run, whereas a dog may fight to his stupid death. As my old jiujitsu instructor said, "If your trick no work, you better run."
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.