Showing posts with label danny quinn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label danny quinn. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Feral freeding fenzy

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No reader, the title of this post does not refer to the conduct often witnessed during sale time at Dimmy's and Forges in Footscray, but rather to the host of animals that come and eat the cat food left out each night for my favourite Ferals, and a couple of gourmet cat chow loving Wilds.

Robert Mugabe was the first on the scene. Once the word got out, Dame Judi Dench the Racoon and Barry the Opossum started showing up for little Bobby Mugabe's left overs.




Robert Mugabe hiding from the Papparazzi.

The kitty brood has grown. Danny Quinn soon started showing up. The ginger cat was named after the character on BBC's 'Primeval' played by Jason Flemying. Both are gingers, a bit 'rough' looking, (that's the lite way to say a bit ugly), and both are very plucky characters indeed.
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Jason Flemyng/Danny Quinn.

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There's a plucky chap!


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The feral Danny Quinn, looking directly into the camera, he's got pluck!


Recently it was thought Mugabe had done himself a mischief as a black cat was out the front, with a missing ear. The name change from Mugabe to Chopper was considered. It turns about little Bobby is running around with both ears intact and the unfortunate earless feline is a new addition to the fold.

The new cat is camera shy, but we are calling him Gorgeous George, from the character in 'Snatch' of that name. Both are a bit mashed up and would appear to be fighters!


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Gorgeous George, too ashamed of his looks to show his face for the camera.


All things bright and beautiful all creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful the Lord He made them all.


Cane toads however, will be chased off with a broom and beaten mercilessly when caught.


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Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Cane Toad invasion grows in strengh, they are going to take over Tampa!

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High Drama here in Tampa. The cane toads have discovered the food I put out for the feral cats and are eating it all. Not only are my precious feral kitties being robbed of their dinner, the hideous toads are growing fatter and bigger from their stolen fare.

I don't mind the Opossums having some, am quite happy when Dame Judi Dench the racoon pops over for a spot of tucker on the front porch. They are all God's creatures, great and small as James Herriot would say. One must make clear though, that the hand of friendship does not extend to the evil cane toad

.My evening was spent out the front chasing the bigger one and three smaller ones away from the kitty food with a broom, looking like a lunatic. I wacked one pretty hard, managed to squish another. It's a really awful business, but I simply will not allow them to make Robert Mugabe go hungry, or his urchin mate, Danny Quinn.

Die Cane Toads, DIE!
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