The Musings Of A Bohemian Frog
Many of you have met Lolita already, housemate extraordinaire of Cherry. Although I adopted her together with Cherry (they were a package deal at the shelter), Lolita had to stay back another 10 days in the infirmary to recover from her second tumour removal surgery. Lolita is 15, a cancer survivor, half deaf, half blind,
For those of you active on social media, you might have come across this portrait of Cherry last night or this morning. While writing a blog entry the other evening, she came up to me, and sat right under the very lamp that I had used for the Grace Kelly shoot and glared holes into
No, the cat is not for sale or up for adoption. Yes, she is real. No, she does not model regularly. Yes, she struggles to stay awake. Yes, attention span is very limited. OK, take a moment to figure out who exactly I am talking about: the cat or the woman? Actually, both. There is
I love birds and appreciate their role in nature, and certainly would not change a thing in my life at the moment that would prevent me from waking up to their chirping outside my window each morning. They fill the trees outside in the garden and have also discovered my small fruit trees on my
Two years ago I adopted two rescue cats from the Tierschutzverein Berlin (Berlin Animal Shelter), specifically from the difficult adoption list, which normally entails palliative adoptions. I brought them home within a week from each other, beginning with Cherry, since Lolita was still in recovery from surgery for tumour removal. At the time they were
There as a time not too long ago when the socially accepted norm for greeting one another was How are you? How have you been? What’s new? Or perhaps even What are you up to? But for the past three weeks it has flipped 180C to Where are you? How are you coping with Home
The photograph above was taken last night and would never have come into existence had I been paying attention. Sometimes making a mistake turns out incredibly fortuitous, and in this case, I took the wrong bus. If I were new to Berlin and not know my way around the public transportation system it would have
Dear Blog Readers, It is Sunday and the sun came out, what joy! I was able to sit in the sun on a blanket and be at peace with the world. Well, to some extent. I didn’t require rescue remedy drops last night, nor my anti-stress paste. The pheromone collar is doing its job and
Dear Blog Readers, So this is what’s been happening since yesterday. The anti-stress paste and Rescue Remedy drops have done wonders for my nerves and anxiety. I slept through the night and only dared to make a fuss at 7:30am for breakfast. Speaking of which, much as I try to be sociable, eating with others
Dear Blog Readers, I had a bit of a low point last night and meowed a bit (just a bit) more than the usual non-stop meowbles. I suppose you could call it homesickness or separation anxiety, but whatever it is, I required even more hugs and cuddles, and sometimes even the baby wrap didn’t work
