Following the 1969 moon mission, America gave rocks supposedly collected from the moon to some 100 countries, but the one which has been on display at the Rijksmuseum is actually petrified wood.
Once insured for $1/2 million, the rock was recently examined and exposed as a fraud. Dutch curators say they will continue to display the object as a "curiosity." US government officials say they have no explanation for it.
Conspiracy theorists say the original moon landing was actually faked by filming the "astronauts" in a desert.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
Nessie on Google Maps!?
Go to Google Earth and enter Latitude 57°12'52.13"N, Longitude 4°34'14.16"W. Is this a picture of Nessie, the famous Loch Ness Monster? That's what a 25-year old from Nottingham seems to think, as he came across this image while surfing through the satellite pictures.
According to others, it resembles nothing so much as the famed pleisiosaur, the (presumably extinct) dinosaur which has been forwarded as the creature seen for thousands of years in the Loch.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
According to others, it resembles nothing so much as the famed pleisiosaur, the (presumably extinct) dinosaur which has been forwarded as the creature seen for thousands of years in the Loch.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Piranha Caught in Wabash
A 21-year old fisherman seeking catfish pulled a 21/2-lb. piranha from the Wabash River in Louisiana this weekend. His dad, a Rhodes scholar, stuck his finger in the fish's mouth and exclaimed, "It's got teeth!"
A local scientist (not a Rhodes scholar) said he believes the South American catch to be the result of someone having thrown their pet into the river. However, he admits that at least one more piranha has been pulled from the waterway in the last 40 years. Yes, at least two piranha have been caught in the Wabash River in the last 38 years!
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
A local scientist (not a Rhodes scholar) said he believes the South American catch to be the result of someone having thrown their pet into the river. However, he admits that at least one more piranha has been pulled from the waterway in the last 40 years. Yes, at least two piranha have been caught in the Wabash River in the last 38 years!
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Early Scots Were Fat, Misshapen
An archaeological find on a Scottish isle appears to show a low-browed, lozenge-shaped human being. Two stones put together are said to be of the earliest known artworks depicting man, dated at around 5000+ years old. The carving also bears what are thought to be breasts, hair, and possibly clothing.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Genuine Case of Generalized Amnesia
I almost forgot to bring you this one... okay, okay.
A 50-something man, fluent in three languages (English, German, and French) with a "professorial knowledge" of European cultural history, awoke dehydrated in Seattle with $600 in his sock and few memories of his past or identity. He knew the names of several professors he said he had worked with in the 1980s -- as well as the troubling memory of a young wife whom he'd found dead in 1985 -- but little else. And he wasn't too keen on knowing more, he said.
The story puzzled doctors, police, and experts worldwide for several weeks. According to them, generalized amnesia is basically a movie ailment; it is possible, but the sufferers are often exaggerating for their own benefit, and thoroughly legitimate cases are extremely rare. "Jon Doe"'s ("Jon" is fine with him) appears to be a genuine case.
An update to this story is that the man has been identified as Edward Lighthart, a professor who once taught English in China. Online pictures verified his identity and the newspaper was trying to catch-up to him when I posted this entry. Follow the Seattle Times Online for more developments on this story.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
A 50-something man, fluent in three languages (English, German, and French) with a "professorial knowledge" of European cultural history, awoke dehydrated in Seattle with $600 in his sock and few memories of his past or identity. He knew the names of several professors he said he had worked with in the 1980s -- as well as the troubling memory of a young wife whom he'd found dead in 1985 -- but little else. And he wasn't too keen on knowing more, he said.
The story puzzled doctors, police, and experts worldwide for several weeks. According to them, generalized amnesia is basically a movie ailment; it is possible, but the sufferers are often exaggerating for their own benefit, and thoroughly legitimate cases are extremely rare. "Jon Doe"'s ("Jon" is fine with him) appears to be a genuine case.
An update to this story is that the man has been identified as Edward Lighthart, a professor who once taught English in China. Online pictures verified his identity and the newspaper was trying to catch-up to him when I posted this entry. Follow the Seattle Times Online for more developments on this story.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Suction Cup Mutilations
Dulce, New Mexico, 1976:
On June 13th, a sheriff investigating a cattle mutilation reports a trail of "suction cup-like impressions" at the scene. The cow was missing its tongue, reproductive organs, and one ear.
Two days later, The Albuquerque Tribune runs an article in which the sheriff explains the tracks were "tripodlike" indentations about 4" in diameter and some 28" apart. The tracks simply ended about 500' from the carcass the sheriff said, but the next day, more impressions were found on top of the tracks his vehicle left the day before.
Two years later, several similar incidents occurred in and around Dulce, New Mexico. None have ever been explained.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
On June 13th, a sheriff investigating a cattle mutilation reports a trail of "suction cup-like impressions" at the scene. The cow was missing its tongue, reproductive organs, and one ear.
Two days later, The Albuquerque Tribune runs an article in which the sheriff explains the tracks were "tripodlike" indentations about 4" in diameter and some 28" apart. The tracks simply ended about 500' from the carcass the sheriff said, but the next day, more impressions were found on top of the tracks his vehicle left the day before.
Two years later, several similar incidents occurred in and around Dulce, New Mexico. None have ever been explained.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
TX Schools Required to Teach the Bible
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The law -- intentionally confusingly-worded (there's a Tower named for that) -- has been hotly-contested in some arenas, even by educators, but sources say they are not necessarily required to indoctrinate unwitting and impressionable minds into a religion which is increasingly centered around hatred, and is historically corrupt. Apparently, the course(s) are to inform students of the Bible's impact on history and culture.
Then they're gonna rape them. Praise G.O.D.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Highway-a-Go-Go
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Once in custody, the boys said, "Huh uh-huh-huh-huh-huh. That was cool."
The go-carts were unharmed.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Parachutist Plunges 10,000' - Expected to Live
A parachutist whose primary and reserve parachutes both malfunctioned during a 10,000' dive landed on the roof of a warehouse and was taken to a local hospital - without any fractures or serious injuries!
While the parachutist's name has yet to be released, he was diving near Shropshire and was filming dives. It is unknown if his terrible plunge was captured, but an eyewitness said "His reserve [parachute] opened fully but was turning when he hit the roof."
The owner of the center said the parachutist was "very lucky." He then noted, "Fire is very hot." We have chosen to withhold his name.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
While the parachutist's name has yet to be released, he was diving near Shropshire and was filming dives. It is unknown if his terrible plunge was captured, but an eyewitness said "His reserve [parachute] opened fully but was turning when he hit the roof."
The owner of the center said the parachutist was "very lucky." He then noted, "Fire is very hot." We have chosen to withhold his name.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
The Hooded Folk in Black
Satanists and cultists were generally associated with cattle mutilation in the 1970s. To a very large degree, this was due to the Tate-LaBianca murders of 1969, which were performed by cultists from The Manson Family. Such "Satanic Panic" would later lead a bunch of Southern crackers to arrest and convict three innocent boys in West Memphis, Arkansas for the murders and sexual mutilations of three young boys most likely committed by a parental figure associated with one of the boys who now lives in Millington, TN. While some of the boys are receiving retrials thanks to the shoddy "workmanship" of the so-called police and other lawmakers who colluded and conspired to destroy them, all said lawmakers have since been promoted and it is unlikely the innocent boys who have come to be called the West Memphis Three will ever be freed - until the people who put them in jail are dead. Let us pray for their early deaths - hopefully at the hands of an angry mob.
But I digress...
It is impossible to know if any of the stories regarding cultmembers and "men in black hoods" are true, but the eyewitness accounts - many of which were verified by more than one person in the areas at the time - do ring true.
Take the case of the blue vase discovered by a Colorado man back in 1975: inside, he found a cow's ear and tongue, along with a scalpel. Many mutilated livestock were discovered in Colorado in the 1970s, several of which were sent to a local veterinary college for autopsy. Unfortunately, only a handful were in such a condition as to be autopsied. Five of the six which were in good enough condition to be examined had died of natural causes and were determined to have later been mutilated by humans. This could never be proven, though - even by the Colorado Bureau of Investigation, which got involved. The story even appeared in Esquire magazine in 1975.
Several farmers, ranchers, and hikers complained of black helicopters and twin-engine aircraft flying about during this time. One farmer said an unmarked, white helicopter opened fire on him as he drove his tractor in a field near his home! But we'll get to those later...
Near Cove Creek in Idaho, a forest serviceman reported several figures dressed in black robes and hoods in September, 1975. The next day, several cattle were found mutilated in the general area. Even though a search was launched, the assumed cultists were never found. On October 9th of the same year, a motorist on Highway 95 in northern Idaho was forced to turn his car around when he encountered 15 "masked people" forming a roadblock with linked arms! It was about 3:30 in the morning. 3am is often associated with black magic and cults dedicated to dark gods, especially witchcraft.
1975 was a remarkable years for cattle mutilations in the U.S.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
But I digress...
It is impossible to know if any of the stories regarding cultmembers and "men in black hoods" are true, but the eyewitness accounts - many of which were verified by more than one person in the areas at the time - do ring true.
Take the case of the blue vase discovered by a Colorado man back in 1975: inside, he found a cow's ear and tongue, along with a scalpel. Many mutilated livestock were discovered in Colorado in the 1970s, several of which were sent to a local veterinary college for autopsy. Unfortunately, only a handful were in such a condition as to be autopsied. Five of the six which were in good enough condition to be examined had died of natural causes and were determined to have later been mutilated by humans. This could never be proven, though - even by the Colorado Bureau of Investigation, which got involved. The story even appeared in Esquire magazine in 1975.
Several farmers, ranchers, and hikers complained of black helicopters and twin-engine aircraft flying about during this time. One farmer said an unmarked, white helicopter opened fire on him as he drove his tractor in a field near his home! But we'll get to those later...
Near Cove Creek in Idaho, a forest serviceman reported several figures dressed in black robes and hoods in September, 1975. The next day, several cattle were found mutilated in the general area. Even though a search was launched, the assumed cultists were never found. On October 9th of the same year, a motorist on Highway 95 in northern Idaho was forced to turn his car around when he encountered 15 "masked people" forming a roadblock with linked arms! It was about 3:30 in the morning. 3am is often associated with black magic and cults dedicated to dark gods, especially witchcraft.
1975 was a remarkable years for cattle mutilations in the U.S.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
UFO Reports Lead Police to Mutilated Cow - Twice!
On March 10th, 1975, a rancher from Whiteface, TX found a mutilated heifer in the center of a 30' patch of flattened grass. No traces of blood were found anywhere near the cow, but its neck had been twisted "grotesquely" so that it appeared to have died staring at the sky. Its tongue and sexual organs were gone. Its navel had been cored from its abdomen.
A few days prior, the rancher had discovered a mutilated steer in the center of a field of scorched and flattened wheat. The local sheriff tested the area for radiation and received a positive reading, so he called-in experts from nearby Reese Air Force Base whose readings indicated a minute difference in radiation from the surrounding area - as small as perhaps 1/2% - but the sheriff was never told why there was any difference at all.
UFOs in and around Whiteface, TX were reported throughout the early months of 1975.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
A few days prior, the rancher had discovered a mutilated steer in the center of a field of scorched and flattened wheat. The local sheriff tested the area for radiation and received a positive reading, so he called-in experts from nearby Reese Air Force Base whose readings indicated a minute difference in radiation from the surrounding area - as small as perhaps 1/2% - but the sheriff was never told why there was any difference at all.
UFOs in and around Whiteface, TX were reported throughout the early months of 1975.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Coincidence or Fate?: The Wedding Picture
According to a Mrs. Eileen Bithell of Portsmouth, England (as printed in The Sunday Times of London on May 5th, 1974), a sign hung over the door to her parents' store, stating the only day on which the store was closed. For over 20 years, the sign hung undisturbed (except for the occasional dusting), until it was taken down two weeks before her brother's wedding to be altered.
When the picture was removed from its frame, another picture fell out. It depicted a girl in her father's arms. The pair in the photograph turned out to be her brother's betrothed and his soon-to-be father-in-law! Of course, the families were unknown to one another at the time the sign was made.
To this day, no one knows how the photograph came to be used as the backing to the sign.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
When the picture was removed from its frame, another picture fell out. It depicted a girl in her father's arms. The pair in the photograph turned out to be her brother's betrothed and his soon-to-be father-in-law! Of course, the families were unknown to one another at the time the sign was made.
To this day, no one knows how the photograph came to be used as the backing to the sign.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Israeli Mermaid?
According to officials in the Kiryat Yam principality, so many independent eyewitness reports of a mermaid have surfaced in recent weeks that they are offering $1 million to anyone who brings them irrefutable proof of the creature. (They said a photograph is enough.)
When asked if the locale could afford such an amount, an official responded, "I believe, if there really is a mermaid, then so many people and tourists will come to Kiryat Yam, a lot more money will be made than $1m," leading many skeptics to accuse the council of creating the story to boost tourism. However, the council denied those claims, saying the eyewitness reports are detailed, independent, and cover a large area of the ocean.
Further, when directly asked if eyewitnesses might be seeing other creatures classically reported as those mistaken for such a fantastical creature (such as a dolphin or walrus) a spokesperson vehemently denied it, saying: "They say it is a female figure. It looks like a young girl."
The principality says the mermaid, which "jumps like a dolphin" and "does all kinds of tricks" before disappearing back into the waves, appears mainly at sunset. The reports, true or false, have drawn throngs of sightseers and tourists, hoping to capture a picture of what may turn out to be one of the few fisherman's tales to be believed.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
When asked if the locale could afford such an amount, an official responded, "I believe, if there really is a mermaid, then so many people and tourists will come to Kiryat Yam, a lot more money will be made than $1m," leading many skeptics to accuse the council of creating the story to boost tourism. However, the council denied those claims, saying the eyewitness reports are detailed, independent, and cover a large area of the ocean.
Further, when directly asked if eyewitnesses might be seeing other creatures classically reported as those mistaken for such a fantastical creature (such as a dolphin or walrus) a spokesperson vehemently denied it, saying: "They say it is a female figure. It looks like a young girl."
The principality says the mermaid, which "jumps like a dolphin" and "does all kinds of tricks" before disappearing back into the waves, appears mainly at sunset. The reports, true or false, have drawn throngs of sightseers and tourists, hoping to capture a picture of what may turn out to be one of the few fisherman's tales to be believed.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Crystal Ball Ignites TV
A 53-year old woman returned from visiting a friend to find her first-floor apartment had been set ablaze by a 4" crystal globe she'd purchased a few years back for about $35. According to firefighters, sun glared through the ball, igniting the back of the woman's TV, which in turn ignited her couch. She assessed her damages at around $20k! Even more, she had been forced into temporary accommodations, as her leasing company said repairs would take nearly two months.
We brought you a similar story a little over a year ago.
Moral of both stories: sunlight, refracted through magnifiers, causes fires. And reading The OddBlog could save your shit.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
We brought you a similar story a little over a year ago.
Moral of both stories: sunlight, refracted through magnifiers, causes fires. And reading The OddBlog could save your shit.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Prophet Without a Ticket
Edward Pearson was arrested on December 4, 1978, for riding on a train without a ticket. When he appeared in court in Perth, Scotland, he was described as "an unemployed Welsh prophet," and there, he explained to the judge that he was trying to get to London to warn the minister of the environment of an earthquake that was going to hit Glasgow.
Earthquakes are extremely rare in the British Isles and Mr. Pearson's story, recorded faithfully by the court reporter, was covered in Dundee's Courier & Advertiser on December 6th, under the derogatory title, "Prophet Didn't Have a Ticket."
Three weeks later, earthquakes rocked the region, damaging buildings in Glasgow, as well as other parts of Scotland.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Earthquakes are extremely rare in the British Isles and Mr. Pearson's story, recorded faithfully by the court reporter, was covered in Dundee's Courier & Advertiser on December 6th, under the derogatory title, "Prophet Didn't Have a Ticket."
Three weeks later, earthquakes rocked the region, damaging buildings in Glasgow, as well as other parts of Scotland.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Catching-Up
I just wanted to take a moment to apologize to everyone. I've been noticing hits were up here lately and any good blogger would have seized that opportunity to pump-out some great content - content which would grab you new readers by the hair and pull you, face first, into... that's - that's a bit graphic, isn't it? Violent, too. Anyway, that's what a great blogger would have done; so you new readers see what you're getting with me.
Seriously, I've been under the weather lately. It's been well into the 90s and above here the past week or so and I simply haven't felt like doing much. What makes it worse is that the nights have also been hot until well into the morning hours, meaning I've had to leave the AC on to fall asleep and have then been waking up with a morning cold (such as the one I'm fighting right now). It usually clears-up by midday or so - about the time it's oppressively hot outside...
Aside from that, I told you my cat was killed by a car last week and it hit me harder than I thought. Having the other cats helped, but they were visibly disturbed by it as well, and it's just been tough on me; I haven't done much of anything since then.
So, I was just letting you know that I am still under the weather, but got a clean bill of health from the doctor yesterday, so I'm going to drink more coffee this week and try to get it all together and keep it that way.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Seriously, I've been under the weather lately. It's been well into the 90s and above here the past week or so and I simply haven't felt like doing much. What makes it worse is that the nights have also been hot until well into the morning hours, meaning I've had to leave the AC on to fall asleep and have then been waking up with a morning cold (such as the one I'm fighting right now). It usually clears-up by midday or so - about the time it's oppressively hot outside...
Aside from that, I told you my cat was killed by a car last week and it hit me harder than I thought. Having the other cats helped, but they were visibly disturbed by it as well, and it's just been tough on me; I haven't done much of anything since then.
So, I was just letting you know that I am still under the weather, but got a clean bill of health from the doctor yesterday, so I'm going to drink more coffee this week and try to get it all together and keep it that way.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Dead Baby Cries at His Own Funeral
Jose Alvarenga was sent home with his prematurely born son in a box to hold a wake for the baby, who had been pronounced dead at a Paraguay hospital hours earlier. Alvarenga said he learned his son was alive when he heard crying coming from the box!
The child, who weighed only 171/2-oz., is now in stable condition in the ICU at the same hospital. An investigation is underway, but the staff had tried to revive the child for an hour before it was pronounced dead. The child was so tiny, and his pulse so faint, that his vital signs were difficult to read.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
The child, who weighed only 171/2-oz., is now in stable condition in the ICU at the same hospital. An investigation is underway, but the staff had tried to revive the child for an hour before it was pronounced dead. The child was so tiny, and his pulse so faint, that his vital signs were difficult to read.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
RIP - Scamp
I just wanted to take a moment to tell you all that Scamper was killed sometime this week.
I put him out Saturday night because he wouldn't leave the little cat alone (because she was in heat) and thought he'd climbed a tree like he used to at the trailer - he'd climb one and stay up there for two-three days or more! I called and called and looked in all of the trees and all of that, to no avail. Finally, yesterday, I decided to ride the bike around and look for him. I put the outgoing mail in the box and saw something about 10' away. My heart sank.
I have no idea what Scamper was doing that far away; the road is about 100 yards away from the house - the front yard is absolutely huge. He may have been chasing something or something may have been chasing him - I don't know. What worries me most of all is how long my poor baby - the cat I'd raised since he was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand - laid there, suffering, wondering where I was and when I was going to come and make it all go away... That's what breaks my heart; that's what hurts me so much.
Before we moved here, that was the very example I used when I was told the cats needed to stay outside more than inside: "The other cats are fine outside," I said - not once, not four times, but at least 2340978 times, "But Scamper's an inside cat; I raised him since he was too small to have been taken away from his mother and he's never been outside before we moved to the trailer. He wouldn't know to move away from a car or that the car wasn't going to stop, etc."
And that's just what happened.
But, besides the fact that we cover pets here sometimes, the reason I'm posting this here is because I kind of think Scamper knew he was going to die here. When we first moved in, he held down the deck - the way he'd held down the porch at the trailer; he'd decided the deck was Scamperland and he simply laid there, daring anyone or anything to challenge that. But after we got moved-in and my parents went home (and their little dogs did, too), there was no one who might challenge him, so he took to the basement and just... sulked there. I tried everything, but he refused to go outside and refused to come upstairs.
Just before this awful thing happened, he finally started coming upstairs, but largely just to sit on the back of the couch in front of the window. Then he shat on the carpet a couple of times because I would not bring a litterbox upstairs, and got into trouble for it, so he took to staying downstairs again. Whenever he came upstairs, he was bizarrely upset and would do this weird, jittery "hop" I'd never seen him do before. It was like the floor was covered with biting ants or maybe tacks or something.
It still hasn't really set in that my little companion is gone. I - literally - keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye. Honestly! It may be the medicine I'm taking, but I keep seeing things in my peripheral vision, and for whatever reason, my brain triggers "Scamper's tail" or that it's Scamper, sneaking around the corner, etc. These visual... whatever - hallucinations? - started very recently, though I can't say if they started before he was killed, because I don't know when he was killed (though I'm pretty sure it was Saturday night, because I let Nyrgle back in late that night/early Sunday morning and called and called for Scamp, too).
I'm not all weepy, and I'm actually not too maudlin; I miss Scamper fiercely, but he was a problem cat who had become more of a burden than a pet. I was going to have him neutered, hoping that would change his bad-ass attitude, but I had to pay all that money to have the little one fixed last month and simply couldn't afford it yet. I had quit treating his ears because he'd started fighting me so hard, scratching me literally to ribbons the month before we left the apartment. If neutering him hadn't worked, I was seriously considering euthanizing him; he had honestly gotten that bad!
In fact, the girl I got him from gave him away specifically because he was such a hassle. She had a houseful of kids and pets and I said "He just needs attention" - which was true. Before Nyrgle came along, he was great! He started out problematic, but I spoiled him so much (it was just the two of us, and I was lonely) that he really took to me. We became very real friends; he minded my every rule and always seemed to know when I needed a cat to stroke - like me, he enjoyed his time alone, so it really worked. But the moment Nyrgle got there, everything changed and he was truly never the same again.
Of course I didn't want him to die, and I sure as hell didn't want him to die so violently (I hope to God it was a fast, at least relatively painless, death!), but Scamper was a real problem cat from the day he was born...
I still miss the poor thing and I'm all emo right now.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
I put him out Saturday night because he wouldn't leave the little cat alone (because she was in heat) and thought he'd climbed a tree like he used to at the trailer - he'd climb one and stay up there for two-three days or more! I called and called and looked in all of the trees and all of that, to no avail. Finally, yesterday, I decided to ride the bike around and look for him. I put the outgoing mail in the box and saw something about 10' away. My heart sank.
I have no idea what Scamper was doing that far away; the road is about 100 yards away from the house - the front yard is absolutely huge. He may have been chasing something or something may have been chasing him - I don't know. What worries me most of all is how long my poor baby - the cat I'd raised since he was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand - laid there, suffering, wondering where I was and when I was going to come and make it all go away... That's what breaks my heart; that's what hurts me so much.
Before we moved here, that was the very example I used when I was told the cats needed to stay outside more than inside: "The other cats are fine outside," I said - not once, not four times, but at least 2340978 times, "But Scamper's an inside cat; I raised him since he was too small to have been taken away from his mother and he's never been outside before we moved to the trailer. He wouldn't know to move away from a car or that the car wasn't going to stop, etc."
And that's just what happened.
But, besides the fact that we cover pets here sometimes, the reason I'm posting this here is because I kind of think Scamper knew he was going to die here. When we first moved in, he held down the deck - the way he'd held down the porch at the trailer; he'd decided the deck was Scamperland and he simply laid there, daring anyone or anything to challenge that. But after we got moved-in and my parents went home (and their little dogs did, too), there was no one who might challenge him, so he took to the basement and just... sulked there. I tried everything, but he refused to go outside and refused to come upstairs.
Just before this awful thing happened, he finally started coming upstairs, but largely just to sit on the back of the couch in front of the window. Then he shat on the carpet a couple of times because I would not bring a litterbox upstairs, and got into trouble for it, so he took to staying downstairs again. Whenever he came upstairs, he was bizarrely upset and would do this weird, jittery "hop" I'd never seen him do before. It was like the floor was covered with biting ants or maybe tacks or something.
It still hasn't really set in that my little companion is gone. I - literally - keep seeing him out of the corner of my eye. Honestly! It may be the medicine I'm taking, but I keep seeing things in my peripheral vision, and for whatever reason, my brain triggers "Scamper's tail" or that it's Scamper, sneaking around the corner, etc. These visual... whatever - hallucinations? - started very recently, though I can't say if they started before he was killed, because I don't know when he was killed (though I'm pretty sure it was Saturday night, because I let Nyrgle back in late that night/early Sunday morning and called and called for Scamp, too).
I'm not all weepy, and I'm actually not too maudlin; I miss Scamper fiercely, but he was a problem cat who had become more of a burden than a pet. I was going to have him neutered, hoping that would change his bad-ass attitude, but I had to pay all that money to have the little one fixed last month and simply couldn't afford it yet. I had quit treating his ears because he'd started fighting me so hard, scratching me literally to ribbons the month before we left the apartment. If neutering him hadn't worked, I was seriously considering euthanizing him; he had honestly gotten that bad!
In fact, the girl I got him from gave him away specifically because he was such a hassle. She had a houseful of kids and pets and I said "He just needs attention" - which was true. Before Nyrgle came along, he was great! He started out problematic, but I spoiled him so much (it was just the two of us, and I was lonely) that he really took to me. We became very real friends; he minded my every rule and always seemed to know when I needed a cat to stroke - like me, he enjoyed his time alone, so it really worked. But the moment Nyrgle got there, everything changed and he was truly never the same again.
Of course I didn't want him to die, and I sure as hell didn't want him to die so violently (I hope to God it was a fast, at least relatively painless, death!), but Scamper was a real problem cat from the day he was born...
I still miss the poor thing and I'm all emo right now.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
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