NotedStrangePerson

Goodness, two updates in three days. Two utterly pointless updates but what the hell. Every time I see a cenotaph I look for my surname. I've been doing so since I was a child - and for as long as I can remember I couldn't find a single one. I even looked among the hundreds and hundreds of names listed in Berlin. There was only one person with my surname, but it was spelt wrong. Then last year I found three, one in the most northernly tip of England, and two in the south on the same plaque. Huzzah, I am not alone. Furthermore a few months ago I discovered two other people with my name, both my names. One lived in the same town as me. The s

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! ~zombieplz (https://www.deviantart.com/zombieplz)

Yes. Another journal about my damn cats. :P Because there are so many cases of animals dying as a result of their owner's stupidity, for the two or three people who will read this journal I offer proof that stupidity (mostly mine) can be a good thing, even when it comes to pet care: Strike One: My cat Salem is adopted. My neighbours had moved away and he kept returning to his old house, so they eventually abandoned him. Because it was wet and dark and my house is close to a main road I would frequently go out looking for him in the evenings, wandering around rattling a bowl of hard food (which in the October rain would quickly turn into so