Cat in captivity!!

I took this photo of a cat inside of a closed shop on the weekend!! He was so friendly!! When we placed our hand on the glass window he would rub him self against it!! I so wanted to take him home with me.
So, his captivity on the weekend reminded me of this great story that I wanted to share with you. I hope you like it.

CAT 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 communicate 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...

Dimitri's Birthday

Today it's my husbands birthday, and you will see on this photo that there are no birthday candles (so we improvised), and if you are wondering why there is no cream on top of the cake, it's because it tastes great without it. I made him his fave cake that originates from Serbia, and a big part of it is Plazma keks (biscuits made in Serbia)! In the nineties Plazma received awards from Europe and other parts of the world. In the winter of 2005 Plazma was awarded with the most important acknowledgment – the best Serbian product chosen by the consumers.


Here is an ad for it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnsUx12M3no

I would advise you to try if you didn't try it yet :)

Medusa

Today it was a cold but sunny day so I cleaned windows while my husband was designing (Art Director of Nightshade Design). After I finished cleaning, he asked me to check my email and the new Digital Art Photo he did of me! I was so surprised and thrilled with photo and I wanted to share with you. I hope you like it and the other one is of him (he did day before) you have to admit nice looking couple.

Sarma

There is a joke about how do you know if you are Serbian? Well one answer is: A week after Slava, Bozic, and Easter you are still eating sarma. But it’s a true; it’s a meal that is always better the next day. I made Sarma today and maybe we will be eating it for the week, but I usually freeze some. It takes a bit of the time preparing it, but every child grows up watching their mum... paying attention to how she rolls and stuffs the pickled cabbage leafs.

‘Sarma’ are sour cabbage leaf rolls containing minced meat (usually beef, pork, veal, or a combination), rice, onions, and various spices, including salt, pepper and various local herbs. It is mixed together and then wrapped inside large sour cabbage leaves and then cooked over bacon bones for many hours. ‘Sarma’ means "wrapping" or "rolling" in Turkish, and is similar to its Greek cousin ‘dolmades’.

PRIJATNO

I found a link from Florida advertising the Serbian Festival last year... feel free to have a look at it, as they highlighted some of our best traditional food. http://www.serb-fest.com/food.html

In Memory of Jonny

About 6 years ago my parents got this cute mixed breed dog, and for some reason called him Jonny!

He was a very cute little dog with a charming underbite... In the photo I am putting here he looks perfect as that is what he deserve in his last photo! Yes poor thing went to visit a dog next door he knew well (Rottweiler), however there was one more dog there who didn’t like Jonny being there!! You can imagine what happened- in all the fighting Jonny was mauled and killed by 2 Rottweilers !

I am very upset about it and thinking what I am going to do!! I have to say that the same 2 Rottweilers came to my parent’s yard and attacked and killed a small pig in his pig pen. I was heart broken that that poor pig had such a horrible death. I am enraged and will take action.

In Memory of Jonny