The on http://wordpress.com/tag/petsanimals/ better known Persian chinchilla was grace to her microchip quite immediatlely found back and put in a cage at a veterinar's until me her master came.  From what the assistent I suppose told me I understood Poetje was now the object of a prohibition of being left outside during the night as it is a saloon cat.
I had to admit myself even her shorter stays under a car were pure provocation.
It was explained to me once again, that cats and especially saloon cats can stay in your house without problems during all their lives and that they just need a small caress now and then.  If I had any  problem with this last the assistent veterinar I suppose could immediately offer her to a man who was looking for especially such a cat.  

I told already that I heared Poetje sing as a female operasinger, thus as long as this secret isn't unveiled I prefer keeping my cat.  But I'm seriously thinking about an insemination.  Then we have at least more certainty about her being sterilized or not.  And it could become urgent to satisfy those people's need for their pet.

Was this interesting stuff for you? I suppose not.  I said already I come from wordpress.  That appears to be old stuff there I can better give up my blog the day it really comes from the ground, I mean for myself.  This because of one or another technical and typical wordpress problem, thus out of my power.

Hi,
My lover lives in Ghana.  We're separated for sixteen years now !

Greetings from Hoore.

I live in the Belgian capital called Brussels.  E.g. when I put on my rubber boots for walking outside in town on a terribly rainy day, when heaven is a real shower, let's say, people overhere laugh with me and they don't understand how you can stay such a farmer's wife.  Pay attention, we never were agriculterers at home !Further  there was the first warm day of 2007 when I went to the supermarket in shorts.  Who knows I was the first one in summer cloths in Elsene and surroundings this year and that was what it was all about.  At the shop itself I heard something as: "C' est une pute originale" which means "this is an original prostitute".  Now I'm not intended to go into detail because I could make senseless publicity for myself.  

Once in the metro I saw a woman in shorts with bicycle.  It was rainy.  The platform stood full with that race you can only find in Brussels.  I never saw a bike in the metro before I must admit.  Well, NOBODY laughed.  Earlier this year I saw a man with a piglet at a cord.  That was quite amusing and after observing it a while I saw they were making a movie about the Chinese year of the pig.  Several weeks later the place between the administrative royal castle and the city park was transformed in a kind of cattle market.  But I swear you that yesterday I saw a man with a cow at a cord walking straight into the park.  Well, as far as I know nobody laughed.

So I just hope that next time when weather is too bad and I walk with my boots through town ... no I don't care.  But I just don't understand what's so funny about me walking in forest that way.   there is something else.  I'm relatively better at school than elsewhere, so I suppose people are much less intelligent than elsewhere in the country.