Wake Up Kitty

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...