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About minnealaskan

Like to write, read, take and look @ pictures. Like to fish, camp, and be outdoors. People watching is also a good time.

Wednesday’s cat is lacking ears

OMG! I want one

Why Evolution Is True

We’ve met Gus the Cat before (here, here, and here), whose staff consists of reader Taskin. Gus lost his ears when he was caught in a live-trap set for him during a very cold winter in Canada. Trapped in a cage in freezing weather, Gus got frostbite, eventually losing his ears and nearly his toes. But Taskin took him in, and now he’s the happiest, sweetest, whitest and fluffiest cat ever. I call him “earless and fearless.” In fact, his truncated ears make him look extra cute.

Taskin sent me two recent photos of Gus. The first was labelled “What do you suppose Gus is thinking?”

Gus thinking Local laws dictate that Gus and all moggies must wear a leash when outdoors (he has a nice red harness).

It was also sent to reader Natalie Claudia Ingrid Pfeiffer, who responded with a haiku (not in her native tongue!):

“To save my green world,
Why can’t you…

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I’m Hooked

I too am HOOKED!


Timmy, a co-worker (and excellent fisherman), organized a fly fishing trip at our all company meetup in Utah last week. I had never been fly fishing. I like rivers. I like fish. I signed up.

The Trout Tales guides picked us up at the hotel on Friday morning. We climbed into their rugged vehicles, ready for adventure. Timmy, who I just met that morning, and I were with our guide Walter. We stopped at a dusty parking lot, donned waders (basically a waterproof overalls/rain boots contraption), and were on our way to another parking lot, even further out. We parked, grabbed our rods, and walked into the brush along the river for about 10 – 15 minutes. We were headed towards a favorite spot of Walter’s. When we got there, we heard him groan. Between the time we parked, and the time we arrived, someone had claimed the…

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You think you are my nemesis
You think you will undo
My mind, my heart, my will, my life
But believe me that ain’t true
Cos I choose who I listen to
I choose how I will be
And beat the bastards, every time
Not fall but choose for free
To focus with a pure intent
Just so invincible
You think you are my nemesis
But just on principle


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But I would call it a Glove Compartment.

Days like today, I feel like I’m rummaging through my glove department looking for the manual.
Ideally, it would be called,

You Are Here Now. This Is What You Do:

But it’s not.

Well, shit.
All I can find is a VW manual, a screwdriver and a bag of sunflower seeds.
This is hardly enough to make it through.

I find myself scratching my head a lot, throwing in a couple of well-deserved sighs and owning up the fact that I am wandering around in the scary and exciting and confusing part of this transition.

I must admit that today I’ve had the weepies.

Not that I ever gave into this weird urge to let it all out, but more so would have lost it at the drop of a dime. And maybe I saw a video of a new mom kissing her baby and it almost happened. I blame…

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