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If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is there to hear it did it really make a sound? If i post a blog and nobody reads it was there really any point? You have entered the random thinking space of Morgan Bell . . . These are my musings . . . things about my life written off the top of my head . . . written in an informal disjointed style almost completely devoid of punctuation, this is where i flesh out writing ideas, discuss my life, and generally be self indulgent . . . it is also the bargain bin for articles which do not fit in with the film or arts themes of my other blogs . . . so have a wander around my mind, have a laugh, have a think, be nice, and humour me!

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The New Cat In Town

October 30th 2008 16:54

When you are a cat there is possibly no greater insult than having a strange new cat come in and crap in your dirtbox!

This last week iota deville has had her nose out of joint due to the new arrival of a little ball of fluff called Milly.

Milly is only half iotas size (probably weighing in at 1kg), and just 8 months old, but she has iota bluffed through sheer audicity!

Milly is sitting on her bed and eating out of her food bowl, and worst of all, tries to follow iota wherever she goes . . . iota cannot cope . . . she has been refusing to come in and generally slinking about like a feline scorned!

Heres a few snaps of the itty bitty kitty intruder:

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The Uncooperative Model

October 16th 2008 09:18

What is it they always say, never work with kids or animals?

Have you ever tried to photograph your pet?

My cat, the stunning and beautiful iota deville, was being more difficult than Naomi Campbell on our backyard modelling shoot today . . . she kept trying to headbut the camera and would not sit still in any one pose, we had roley poleys, crazed expressions, chasing the camera cord and slicing my hand open with her claws (a playful gesture im assured!)

So without further ado here is "The Uncooperative Model":

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the truth about cats and dogs . . .

July 13th 2008 07:04

anyone who owns a cat would know how dramatic they can be . . . ungrateful, temperamental, suspicious . . . i recieved this forwarded joke email the other day (original author unknown) imagining what would go into a dog or cats daily diary if they had the ability and inclination to write one . . . i couldnt have said it better myself!

Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
6:00 pm - Oooh, Bath. Bummer.
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.................