Wake Up Kitty

Jerky popped up a while ago again. I still don't know if he speaks English or had to translate every word. Every word is not that much since he doesn't write that much. He knew I was sick, he did not show up, he apologized and wrote he hopes to be my green friend one day again. In his eyes my green friends are special to me and he wants to be that too. I asked him why he wants to be green but he can't explain it to me. Again I don't hear from him for days (or was it weeks?). Then he asked me if I go on vacation and if we can't travel together. I only gave a short reply (it's useless to ask any question since he never answers): perhaps we can. He never answered on that. It's clear to me he doesn't want to be a green friend at all. He is not able to show some interest. Isn't able either to be so polite to answer my questions. And since he isn't responding that quickly also not looking forward to my reply. If it wasn't clear to

I told you about "the house of boredom" didn't I? That very boring film my brother made me watch and he never saw himself? Perhaps he did because I like to watch programs about how to renovate houses? If you really like to see a great film, with a good story and something to think about then you better watch House. A couple on their way gets a flat tire. It's evening, raining and they are in the middle of nowhere. They decide to walk to the nearest house and call for help (a great house to see btw). An other couple just arrived too. A strange woman, ugly husband and their weird adult pathetic son (who reminds me of Norman Bates - Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock) live in that house and run the "hotel". As the tin-man comes you can't leave... an nobody tells you who he is. He is outside and sends a message (on a can). He wants one person/life before next morning. The game starts. How to survive next day? How to escape? This is a great film abo

My big brother wanted me to see this film. Since I have to kill some time after my operation by resting (laying down instead of bending, carrying etc etc) I follow his advice. He will wait till I saw it before watching it. My brother knows how it feels to have his ass kicked, so I hope I don't disappoint him with my review about this film. You like comics? The ones about super hero's? Well the dude in the movie "Kick ass" does and he also wonders if nobody wants to be one. How come so many people like to read about them but doesn't want to be one (as a profession). So the dude (far from popular) decides to be one and calls himself: Kick ass, although a much better name for him is: Ass kicked! He is really doing his best and tries to save a guy, who been beaten up by 3 men. From that moment on Kick ass is famous and not only that. A mobster thinks he is the one who is killing all his men! So Kick ass is hunted by him (good there are also fake Kick asses

Another scam to brighten up my day From: "Ticket No.1356-4096" Congrats..you have won £750,000.000,confirm receipt by sending your Name,Address,Age, Phone Number Etc to ( cgnlclaim01@gala.net ) Don't be so stupid to give your personal info!

It was rather quit for some months but it looks like the scam season is open again. Today I received this letter: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Edmund Alberto Subject: Financial transaction Date: Friday, June 18, 2010, 7:13 AM Hello, My name is Edmund Alberto, I am the branch manager of a bank in Ecuador . I got your information during my search on on the Internet. I am 46years of age and married with 3 lovely kids . It may interest you to know that I am a man of peace and I don't want problems , but I do not know how you will feel about this because you may have double mind. But I am telling you that this is real and you are not going to regret after doing this transaction with me. I only hope that we can assist each other. But if you don't want this business offer kindly forget it and I will not contact you again. I have packaged a financial transaction that will benefit both of us, as the regiona

I been to hospital and had my operation. It was because of my navel rupture. My brother is sleeping but left me a message.. only x0x0x0 under it no "y". According to him it's not allowed. I write him back next day before I drag myself back into bed. I want my Y's a lot of them. I am back home and had a bad night. Everything was bad, except the fact I had a room for myself. They tried to put the infuse in.. several times.. and wanted to kill me or so.. I told that nurse to use my other arm not the left. Even before she started I asked her: where will you put that needle. Her answer: anywhere I can stick it!. In the end after a big mess and a lot of pain, in the meanwhile also seeing blue for cold, she decided to wrap my other arm in a warm towel and ask someone else to do it in my right wrist. That was not great too.. as I moved my fingers I felt the needle moving in my wrist. After that I could wait long and enjoy the cold. Then it was time to climb on the operation

If you like stories, are romantic or better: desperate, looking for love etc.. you will surely meet a scammer sooner or later. A scammer is great in telling you exactly what you like to hear. Or at least.. what most women like to hear. It's a pity I never meet anyone who tells me what I like to hear. Perhaps I am not such a romantic type and I surely not find a guy great if he talks about how his mother raised him, that a women should be treated like a princess, he praises the lord etc. etc. I hate hypocrite people. Also, it's cheap talk. A real man, who loves you, pays you a visit and shows you how much he cares. He doesn't stay away, isn't making excuses time after time, stays in touch and surely is not asking you to help him out of his trouble and pay for him! If you start paying you will pay forever! Or at least till you are out of money. No money means you are not interesting anymore. You won't hear any word of love anymore either. A scammer is not grateful! I

Ex = exit ... something that is hard to understand for my ex. For some reason he still has hope we will be together again. People who are desperate are full of hope. Even if you tell them they make you feel sick, you laugh at them at their face or scold at them, they see this as a kind of attention. So the second best thing to do is to ignore him. The best thing to do is to have a new boy friend. I don't have a boy friend since there is nobody who can interest me that much that I want to spend my time with or put energy in him. My ex is a too much a good example of a bad relationship and how men lie and cheat and what a cowards they are. I also don't have friends anymore. Although I am the best friend you can have, always there for you, giving away everything including money, to help out, my friends did stink. They were great in abusing me and never home if I needed a helping hand. So also my friends are exit. Although my ex tries to get close to me, my ex-friends are hiding f

Jerky did not visit me as promised. I got ill so he stayed away. After ignoring me for some days he wrote he was very selfish and is sorry. After that he kept silence. I am still not sure if he speaks English at all. He prefers not to answer any of my questions. Although I do remember he did respond at the beginning. It's been silent for weeks. Suddenly he starts sending me some tags but not a word. Of course I tell my big brother that he does so. A few weeks later Jerky writes: I'm sorry I haven't been active. I have had major problems. But I wish to be a green one someday. How is your life now? Hope better. I write back: you been active, you sent me tags! After days of silence his reply is: Babe, You don't want me anymore? Is he (playing) stupid or just short minded?

A blond guy wrote me on the internet. I met him on a dating site (or so). As soon as he had my ID (I did not gave him the one I always use) we start chatting, he asked me to help him out. He was an Englishman in need in Nigeria (Africa). The hotel wouldn't let him go because he couldn't pay the bill. If I could give him 400 or so he would pay me back as soon as he was back in England. I asked him why he did not sell what he bought over there.. but he said it was already shipped to England. So.. I agreed. I told him I would help him out if he could give me a copy of his passport (he said the hotel manager had it), the number of his registration number at the Chamber of Commerce (he said he had none), the full name of his company + address, the name of the hotel manager and a copy of his ID. First my scammer told me he had no passport, the hotel manager took it. I could call him to inform. But I told I would not call a stranger on my costs.. to my opinion this is useless too, sin

It's time for you to wake up! Several countries had elections and the outcome of that is a very good reason to do so. To all the leaders of the countries.. who are the best example of how to be selfish!

I waste my time waiting. I am waiting the biggest part of my life. This time for someone who will repair my washing machine. Since there is still guarantee on it I call the BCC service center of the shop. They say I will be called back within 48 hours. After 48 hours I call them back because nobody called. Then they tell me I can call the mechanic myself. So I call the mechanic. After he answered the phone (finally) he asks me every 20 seconds if I have a moment ... I hear him answering an other phone and doing other things in between. I have to wait an other few days till he pays me a visit. He said he would be there between 10 am and 1 pm. So I wait again. At 12.50 he shows up. My machine is broke because the mechanics of the shop, which I had to pay extra, didn't put the electric wire well on it. Some wires are burned and some parts are melted but he can fix it. Although I have guarantee I have to pay the bill myself! Time to grab the phone again and call the BCC service center.

Since my passport is not valid anymore I need a new one. This means I have to make a new picture first. That seems to be a problem. With all new rules. The computer decides if the picture is good enough. Mine isn't. According to it my eyes are to dark and you can't see them well. So I need some plastic surgery because of that. Also the color of my skin seems to be a problem. After 6 trials I am tired of it and decide to go to the city hall. I wait for 1 hour and it's nearly closing time. Suddenly all computer systems are down except for one. A clerk tells the waiting people it will take much longer but we all will be helped tonight. At last it is my turn. At the moment the clerk wants to scan my signature and picture his system is down too! He is doing his best to restart it and is absolutely not interested in my picture. Lucky me. A bit later the system of an other clerk starts working again so she can take my fingerprints (four, two of each hand) and scan my signature and

My tooth is still killing me. I went to the dentist but he said my teeth are fine. It's time we go to the doctor, my brother says. "We" means you! My brother doesn't like to visit doctors. He stays far away from them. I don't like doctors either. Been there too often, spent most of my life waiting there.. in the waiting room, undressed till a doctor found some time (often after hours) to look 10 secs at me.. waiting for a result (it never came). I don't trust them. The good news is that my doctor doesn't like me either. So we both try not to meet that much. Now I have to go. I can't find any alcohol left over to kill the nerve pains banging in my head and ear and whole face. Not that it works.. but at least drinking is better as doing nothing. The doctor can't find a thing after not examining me and tells me to go back to the dentist. So back to the dentist it is. The dentist is astonished I have so much pain. I think he is getting old. He saw me a

Jerky wants to come over to visit me. I am fine with that. It's not that I jumping for joy meeting him but it would be nice to meet some new people in real life. My brother is still attracting great blond chicks while I attract nothing. He wants us to have a bit of a life alone... well I think he means: not together. So Jerky comes and I will wait and see how that is. Probably I will have a hard time to recognize him. Jerky says he counts on the fact I kick him out (my brother has a big big smile now) or he has to sleep on the couch (that will be the floor!). Good! As long as he counts on that he is welcome.

She became the wife and ex wife of a famous Dutch painter Carel Willink. She also damaged some of his paintings. A lady with long blond hair and a strong character. Most people found her weird. I admire her. In an interview she once said: I don't care about flowers (so she threw them away) , I don't like all those little things and stuff. I don't waste money on that. If she wanted something she did go for it completely. Even if she had no money to eat well. I still wonder how many people have such a strong will to do that. She wore dresses a normal person would not buy or could hardly wear (or should I say carry?) . She didn't care about what the trend was or not. She was from head till toe fascinating... an unique painting! I always wanted my ears like hers but it never came that far. It's hard to say if she was happy. Personally I believe she cried many times. Life was hard on her so were people. It's a good thing to know she had at least some friends. October

This makes you think... since it's not always easy to beat someone, or some group. If you are not able to do that, you can join them. But... there is a difference between joining them by heart or just joining them to destroy them. In the last case you are infiltrating. Infiltrating is not only something the government or police is doing. A way of destroying or catching the enemy is to use their "own" people. It's nothing new. It happened during all kind of wars. It still happens everywhere around you. Even in commercials. Also the Ku Klux Klan works like that. If you think all (active) members are white, you are so wrong! The best way to succeed is to use an insider. The KKK uses black people to destroy black people. It's not hard to find a black sheep. Someone who never seems to succeed. To pick out the one who been kicked most, but still tries to fight back. You just need to observe and find the weak spot! He will be your killing machine. The best thing is.. yo

Granny is not eating every day of the week. She is already doing that the biggest part of her live. My brother can't do that. So thanks to granny he became that great, but also fast cooking, cook. It fascinates me that she is not eating everyday. It must be great if you can do that. You save yourself not only extra calories but also the stress of shopping plus you save time. Once I saw a interview with a guy who never ate. That was very fascinating too. You wonder why people have hunger strikes if you can do without food for such a long time. This guy was very slim but not really puny. Also he was very active. Only once a year he was eating. Then he bought biscuit rusk and marmalade. Both of a A-brand. I was surprised by the modern way he furnished his house and the gigantic, expensive t.v. and stereo set. He loved to turn on the music loud and dance. The guy was about 60 years (they did not tell how often he needed to go to the toilet but I am sure he didn't need that much toi

Granny always wanted me to wear clean underpants. What if you get an accident and they take you to the hospital, she asked me. As I was small it somehow did make sense. Later I thought it was nonsense. If I really get something bad out on the street, I will probably be covered with blood or have a heart attack. I don't think anyone will have a clear look at the state of my underpants at that critical moment. Talking about underpants. Those I had to wear at night were the worst. These were the kinds I was not allowed to wear at daytime. But still too good to throw away! They weren't looking that great and much too wide also. The elastic was partly broken or not resilient anymore. I can tell you these were very dangerous underpants! Even in bed you were able to strangle yourself in it (well your legs) . For example if you just wanted to turn on your other side or tried to get out of bed. I really hated them. Today I had to go to the hospital to see a doctor. I remembered granny&#

Once I found a great pussy-cat. I found it by accident. I don't like shopping so I left the others and walked around in the small streets behind the old shopping center. As I looked in an oil barrel, used as a garbage can, I saw a reddish, skinny pussy-cat. It looked so great in between the trash. I took my camera and made a picture of it. Just at the moment it looked up at me and opened it's mouth to warn me. Although I made this picture with a very cheap camera it was one of the best I ever made. I wouldn't be Kitty if I wouldn't have a pussy-cat again. He adopted me as his mom. It's a nice cat although he has some weird behavior. Somehow I think his brains are damaged. His mood swings are interesting but also concerning. I should grab him in his neck and drag him into the nest. It would be the most save thing to do. But the kitten has grown up, so it's not my decision anymore. Today he told me it's the end, since he can't change himself and knows I wi

In 1963 Willy Schermele his books about Peppie het poesje ( Peppie the pussy-cat) been published in Dutch. Although Peppie is a cat he lives the same live like human beings. Just like it is the case in all fables. I loved to read those books and watch the (black and white) pictures also made by Willy Schermele. My memory of Peppie's mother is one of a great cook. If she was cooking or baking you started to drool and you could really smell it. Willy Schermele had a great way of telling about the daily adventures of Peppie. He knew how to paint clear pictures and not only catch but also keep your attention. In 1972 the books been published again. Also new adventures came. Prikkeltje (Prick) the hedgehog came into Peppie his life. Peppie found him at the end of the winter in his dad's boot. He had his winter rest in there. Although this hedgehog had a mother he wanted to stay with Peppie, mostly because of the great food Peppie's mom gave him. Prikkeltje ate more as a whole

I have a terrible toothache. Already visited the dentist but he said my teeth are great (might be there is something wrong with his eyes) . My brother thinks this is a fine moment to teach me how to use Gimp. He is already working with that photoshop program and it's great. Well... according to him it is. After practicing on my pics (how come my face looks like an ugly jelly pudding at one of them?) he helped out all his friends. Even his so-called-best-friend, the guy with the flower name. Although we both already find his pictures funny enough and laughed about it for days. So now it's my turn to learn it. I tell my brother it's a waste of time to show me, since it's just not my thing. But he says it's good for me to do something. I will feel less pain and I can't sleep anyway. So Gimp it is. First I have to install the program. Just once is not enough since I have one with a strange language. After that he gives me the same picture as he has to work with. I

We have had enough fun together for today, my brothers says, you can go to your work. I will sleep for a while. So... no story teller for me tonight when I come back home. But... internet is a great solution if it comes to that. Although it is a pity I can't hear it in my bed. Pirosmalac (red piglet) A folk tale that also has some things in common with other fairy tales we know. A woman wants a child so badly... she is praying for it.. and yes she gets pregnant (in the end) and no it's not a child but a pig. Since it is her child she loves it (The ugly duckling, Thumbelina, etc... only Snowwhite her mom got what she wanted but therefore she had to die) but she is also sad and worried about her child. Like all children this one likes to join the other kids (it's a wonder the piglet is still happy). So what else can a mother do as just letting her go and hope for the best? The boy next door is sent by his mother to join the kids... He does keep an eye on her and discovers

As you can read in the next story it isn't that bad to be a Kitty. And... it is a smart thing to do what Kitty tells you to! The feather King Once there was a couple working on the land. They had their baby with them. It was laying in a swing made of some diapers. Suddenly a cat appeared and stole the baby. The cat was taking good care of the child. She brought it herbs, carrots and strawberries. The child was a boy. As he grew up the cat said: you have to marry the King's daughter. How can I, the young man said, I am naked! The cat blew a whistle, birds showed up from all around and she took from each one a feather. Out of the feathers she made a suit and gave it to him. She took him to the animals and said: these animals will follow you when you visit the King. Tell the king they are a presents given by the Feather King. So did the young man. The King was surprised and thought: what a rich King must that be. Next day the cat told him to visit, with anima

Except for stories I also love to watch films, just like my brother. We kill a lot of time with it. Most of the time my brother is telling me what film we will watch together next. This time it's different. Since he still has so many films to watch he says I should watch some by my self starting with: The house of the devil . Samantha is a student. Since she needs 400 dollar to pay the rent for her new home, she is responding on an ad: Babysitter needed . Her best friend takes her over to the address and will pick her up later. There isn't really a babysitter wanted but a "sitter" for the old mom, who is upstairs in her room. Samantha is not allowed to go over there or meet her, since mom likes to be on her own. (You wonder why there is a sitter needed at all) . Samantha decides to stay since she will be payed very well for just hanging around in the living for an evening (she can pay her rent from it a normal thinking person would start thinking!) . Samanth

The more tales you read the more similarity you will find. I read a lot of tales and still am. It's a pity that also the fairy tales change. They are told much shorter, with less details nowadays. The German brothers Grimm wrote down over 200 fairy tales. One of them is: One eye, two eye and three eye. I liked it as I was about 7-8 years old. Mostly because I was fascinated because of the eyes. Imagine you have only 1 eye in the centre of your face or 3 eyes... all people stare at you.. and the only place you are save is at home! The meaning of this story (is there a lesson to learn?) is unclear to me. Who knows you can open my eyes. One-eye, two-eyes, and three-eyes T here was once a woman who had three daughters, the eldest of whom was called One-eye, because she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead, and the second, Two-eyes, because she had two eyes like other folks, and the youngest, Three-eyes, because she had three eyes; and her t

Since it's the New Year my brother says we have to make new friends. He decides to look for them on the internet... only good looking girls of course since he is good looking. In no time he has added a lot of dream girls. Each time he shows me a picture and asks: How about her? They all look the same to me. Are you sure this is a different girl, I ask. He says it is. But they still all look the same to me, they are all blond. Why are all your friends blond, I want to know. What do you mean, he says, this girl is not blond neither are you, you are my friend too. I want to know if he too thinks dark haired girls are bitches and that is why he doesn't want them as a friend. He says it's not, but continues looking for the "blond chicks". He has less time for me, since he is also making a lot of nice pictures out of the bad quality pictures these girls have. I don't have that much friends and am not really in the mood for new ones. Why should I? It wil

You always have such a weird friends, my brother says to me. Are you collecting them or what? I really don't understand why you invest so much time and energy reading all those lies and even answering them. You know they are all fake! We both join the same internet site. The people over there interest me. Especially if they are not fitting into the cattle. I always wonder why they think I want to be their friend. Each time again it's amazing how many try to cheat on me and lie to me. I can't count the times anymore that someone tried to get a lot of money from me. When I refuse they scold at me. Why? Because I am a very selfish person, have no heart and of course I should change my attitude otherwise nobody will like me. I share those letters with my brother. He doesn't understand why I keep answering them. I think it's a kick of me, a kind of game. I know they lie and I keep playing stupid till they admit. (Actually I do what my brother once told me.. play

It was a rainy holiday so we decided to play: Little red riding hood. Since I was sick I was granny. Once upon a time there was a little girl taking a basket with food to her sick granny living in the forest. Can you see her? That little girl carrying a heavy basket? (baskets are even heavy when they are empty) The basket is filled with cookies and wine and who knows what more. While dragging the basket with her she saw some nice flowers. She really wanted to pick them but that was not allowed. Why? Because her mother (who was not in the mood to walk whole the way to granny's house by herself) told her to stay on the path. So she did for a while. Since she was really little and tired she decided to rest for a while under a tree. As she just sat down a beautiful black dog showed up. Hi doggy, she said, how are you doing? I am fine, said the dog who actually was a wolf, although I do feel a bit hungry. Well, the girl said, you can have a chocolate cookie, granny is s

My first memory of me with a book is as I was 3 years old. A strange lady entered the room asked me what I was doing. It was a stupid question since I was sitting on a chair reading a book! So I told her with a straight face: I am reading. she told me I was not, since I hold the book up side down! Might be she is not able to read that way but I was and I still am. My favorite uncle was like me. He did not like to sit up, shake hands, hug or kiss. He didn't talk much and staying with him was great. We were not bothering each other or keeping up appearances. We both were not very socialized. I loved to read his comics about the pirate Redbeard (Barbe Rouge, first publication October 1959) . Especially if I could read them hide partly in his closet. So that was what I did most of the time. Reading and hiding. Redbeard is a pirate of French origin. After a troublesome youth he went roaming the seven seas for gold and fortune on his ship, the Black Falcon. He has gathered a great fortu