After I return from Prague, Flegr informs me that he’s just had a paper accepted for publication that, he claims, “proves fatal feline attraction in humans.” By that he means that infected men like the smell of cat pee—or at least they rank its scent much more favorably than uninfected men do. Displaying the characteristic sex differences that define many Toxo traits, infected women have the reverse response, ranking the scent even more offensive than do women free of the parasite. The sniff test was done blind and also included urine collected from a dog, horse, hyena, and tiger. Infection did not affect how subjects rated these other samples.

I stumbled across this website when i saw the title “Neglected Pet Dreams”. I just wanted to say what a relief it is to know that other people suffer from this weird syndrome? as well. I have horrific nightmares about my cats (still alive) and a rabbit that died over 15 yrs ago!! Why is this haunting me?? Does anybody have a clue!

I am clean and keep a neat tent. I shave and shower every other week, we can alternate so some one is always in the tent. My girlfriend will bring food so we don’t have to leave. $1.00 rent is due upon our agreement and is due on the first of every month. It is not refundable as your dollar symbolizes your dedication to the tent and our cause.

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Review your hardware-store shopping list. Arrange the items in two categories: things that must be fixed before they break something else, and parts for projects you will never start. Stop choosing tools based on whether you think they will outlast your span of years. Do not synthesize memories and likely scenarios as you did last time.

Pet the dog’s head. It’s such a small thing for you to do but means so much to him. Look at his cow eyes. He is able to see into your soul—or rather, he would if you had one. Say a few kind words to him. Something with the nice rising pitch at the end. It will make him so very happy, costs you nothing, and is a reasonable replacement for that absent soul.

Gaze into the bathroom mirror. Use a finger to etch your name on the steamy glass. Write at least ten other names: people you have not yet met, places you may visit someday. Shave your whiskers. Do it again to save time tomorrow. Part your hair the opposite way, so that you view yourself as others do. Use clippers to take it all down to the scalp. Now you can be anyone.

Make some decisions, the kind that move your life forward. How can you know if it is in a positive direction? Staying in one place is the same as losing ground. If you stay here you will die. This won’t happen suddenly; it takes about thirty years or so.

Go to bed. Lie there in suspension beneath the sheets. Space exists between you and the Egyptian cotton above, yet you leave no imprint below. Arise after six sleepless hours and reenter your waking dream. Walk away from the bed. It is as if you were never there.

Bison rides in car to pub, chugs beer

Jim and Bailey usually hop around town in their Buffalo-mobile, a sedan transformed into a convertible by taking out the front and back seats, the roof, the windows and the windshield, so Bailey can be comfortable.

(via Laughing Squid)

A former School of The Art Institute classmate, Stephen Eichhorn, is working on some cat collages. He showed up on my radar recently with yesterday’s The Fox is Black post.