July 25, 2004
"Cat's as cat's can"
by Karin McClune

He wasn't wearing the cat's pajamas- his striped birthday suit, I guess. The table was prepared with plastic covering and the medical apparati at the ready. Splayed, prodded, fingered and proctologized and measured from every joint and angle. (Yes, the naughty bits, too)' Blood was sampled, parasites sought , and the hybrid wild cat was photoed from every joint and angle. But why go to this trouble with a non-fossa? Because the dang cat is encrouching on the fossa niche and perhaps unbalancing the bubble stick of biodiversity. We need to study all our captured creatures to assess the health of this environment.

The Sky is Falling
Holding a chicken upside down by it's feet is like holding a little child's hand on a trip to the zoo-- warm, boney skin and nails in need of direction
Please, sir, can we have s'more?

One lovely lady whittled sticks while another pulled apart the little white cushion to see what exactly was inside. Actually, do we know what all is in a marshmallow? The organic ones at Whole Paycheck (Whole Foods) are vanilla and sugar and gelatin and are generally square and of uneven consistency and lightly dusted with powdered sugar-not so good for s'mores.No grahams. Chocolate all gone. So scientific mallow experimentation was our lot. Golden, charred, aflame, two at a time, three. A marshmallow roast in a Malagasy kitchen was a first for some of the Malagasy friends and the Brit5s on our team. We all wanted s'more.