The Musings Of A Bohemian Frog
I discovered this week that my dear Lolita, who has feline dementia at her ripe old age of 15, formally known as feline cognitive disfunction system (CDS), reacts very well to opera. I usually have cat music (yes, it is a thing! And there is even an App for it) running in the background for
When the model only gives you five seconds, there is no time to waste! Cherry is back! After I bribed her with a perfect spot in the sun in the conservatory and her favourite kitty treat, she granted me all of five seconds. I grabbed the camera, the one and only feather toy that actually
What a way to start the day! Celebrating Cherry’s journey from anxious rescue cat with PTSD to cover girl! I couldn’t be prouder of her and inspired by her determination to make up for the lost years. The announcement was made on June 8 but I just discovered the certificate today, which is just as
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
