tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31242108201675974182024-03-05T15:34:56.222+01:00Sara Cat writes / Sara Katt skriverSara Cat liked to write. Her younger relatives, plan to continue to write.
Sara Katt tyckte om att skriva. hennes syskonbarn, kommer att fortsätta att skriva.Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-46935141178305803042013-03-05T22:06:00.002+01:002013-03-05T22:24:29.252+01:00This blog, Sara Cat Writes, will continue soon<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Sara Cat passed away
'went to the Rainbow Bridge' on February 6th, and I just have not been
able to do anything with her blog yet. Sara was my favourite, and it hurt to see her go. Read my post about Sara on my <a href="http://annas-adornments.blogspot.se/2013/02/sara-cat-june-6th-2000-february-6th-2013.html">blog, Anna's Adornments</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This blog, Sara Cat Writes, will continue soon, but with other cats who would like to remember Sara but do something a little different with her blog. Sara's younger siblings, Kajsa, Matilda and Peep have suggested that they could continue her blog, but we haven't decided exactly how yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anna Nordeman</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17926688000745346961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-11010506008127457192011-11-02T18:41:00.014+01:002011-11-02T19:58:42.522+01:00P is for Peridot - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 9 - P<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peridot"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTf_LdRPM6zB_zdT8xdl-NCng4lyLQeHkmvp2E5bfGeFlgVvZZOSFAZFkZqoBu2G4Z4uCs4d8SbeU7hqXgBmdnuobkyhV6GJbnBH77n5QgyGCPDRRkPVmlq52csIjLxSEQJOdyX_3vlQO/s400/PERIDOT+240px-Peridot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670458433194470578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peridot">Peridot, mineral (Mg, Fe)<sub>2</sub>SiO<sub>4</sub></a></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >If my mummy/mommie, Anna, can write posts about cats, I, Sara Cat, can certainly write about gemstones and jewellery! I am linking up with that wonderful alphabet-challenge, that Mrs Denise Nesbit started and others help her out, namely, ABC-Wednesday, round 9. This week the letter is P. </span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhKCM7BgAhTM3hLapM_5f8kACMQ0EdKOM3E4V-VIIAlwuwEIW-H485sBJ7eMdUphvVwU40AsehlL8IRDD-m3iQcmvMR8IT5rx8J6nKngvTY4UPKjnie1PeFDPBGQhW2oixU7TZx4bvyoK/s1600/P9064GS-peridot+teardrop.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhKCM7BgAhTM3hLapM_5f8kACMQ0EdKOM3E4V-VIIAlwuwEIW-H485sBJ7eMdUphvVwU40AsehlL8IRDD-m3iQcmvMR8IT5rx8J6nKngvTY4UPKjnie1PeFDPBGQhW2oixU7TZx4bvyoK/s400/P9064GS-peridot+teardrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670458437445232338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >My post is called 'P is for Peridot', which is a lovely translucent, olivine, green gemstone; it is actually a mineral (Mg, Fe)<sub>2</sub>SiO</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><sub style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">4, </sub></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >and one of the few gemstones that occur in one colour, an olive green. But it can vary in colour from light yellow to dark olive green depending upon how much iron there is in the crystal structure.<br />I asked my friend, Tina, who has a shop Etsy, to make an special Etsy treasury-list with almost only pieces of jewellery made with peridot gemstones: Here it is: </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><sub style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></sub><br /></span><script src="http://www.craftcult.com/js/trwi.js?s=1&l=NjMyNDYxOXwxMDEwODkyNzUz&r=36754&t=s&m=0&u=6324619&"></script><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span> <span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWRKLXBMWdsQc5IZFPZyLagZD5PHSSxxzYkSQIDAFxJNauMKSzdpoVZFT0-dj_PPNV4vcPD5tfhZL7U3zxvJxmd-Ba2IU2zxTKbhTufmLSCHaRL-NrTkHAbhAM5DshtICLLO4oBhUEwKS/s1600/002-Sara+liten+4+kant.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWRKLXBMWdsQc5IZFPZyLagZD5PHSSxxzYkSQIDAFxJNauMKSzdpoVZFT0-dj_PPNV4vcPD5tfhZL7U3zxvJxmd-Ba2IU2zxTKbhTufmLSCHaRL-NrTkHAbhAM5DshtICLLO4oBhUEwKS/s400/002-Sara+liten+4+kant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670460679537021970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298172138307632062">Roger Owen Green</a><br />of<br /><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/11/01/p-is-for-peeved-parent/">Rambling with Roger</a><br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/11/01/p-is-for-peeved-parent/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptm6Nf0Kxa8GWukHwf5nfYiB79jPNwghWvQKAJmvYksr62j-FCyh0YLYu7rnSR2VsDSzduY5tcrSOnRrs9cqxrrrdpsVxtPOP7oo6DX-L2UTNf-G7UJArUOVWSY52ObKm1c8oUAwaxr8J/s400/ROGduck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670470545524995202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts bout the letter P please go to this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/pheno-is-my-name-and-postings-my-game.html">site</a> or click on the image below:</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/pheno-is-my-name-and-postings-my-game.html"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4B5aOKje9S8yWg2wBOiBg-Ae643L6mJ8-61yBct1nxj6146oiqOWwMeYP1wapXW7bP1Ryf1OqFq3tuvP9VihzQeDjlYbp3-LgYPEnqEMf-JNrrx9XB-qQwyRJPTwRHLkhcssDTu1QDZdU/s400/second+try.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670462148831147026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-5204573311224823752011-08-27T10:35:00.006+02:002011-08-27T11:23:42.524+02:00S is for Sara's Silly Sibs - Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphbe-Thursday - Round 3 - S<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPQUj6-hBBdw3S5d0s9hcSLWffVJdzY0ELCIBTMWFTKN14wz5Lw_4qSLhZ78K3CMZ0fbZ1OWC0g7NAobJULdnclisXz-a0XXCR0u1jmpkiGTLsiqIJ6wDs_20JZBPImEaDa87DXiofVN8/s1600/006-Calle%252C+Pip+och+Tv%25C3%25A5an.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPQUj6-hBBdw3S5d0s9hcSLWffVJdzY0ELCIBTMWFTKN14wz5Lw_4qSLhZ78K3CMZ0fbZ1OWC0g7NAobJULdnclisXz-a0XXCR0u1jmpkiGTLsiqIJ6wDs_20JZBPImEaDa87DXiofVN8/s400/006-Calle%252C+Pip+och+Tv%25C3%25A5an.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641507243866181090" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">I'm helping my two-legged Mummy/Mommie by posting for Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday Challenge. This week's letter is s.
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<br />My four little kitten-siblings are still here. So I am writing another silly poem in the hope that they will go away: 'Sara's Silly Sibs':
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<br />Sara sighs and questions why,
<br />Her Silly Siblings are sliding by.
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<br />They simply are so super-sloppy,
<br />And force us all to use the moppy.
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<br />To use the box, they'll hopefully learn,
<br />Meanwhile the stink, does give all a turn.
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<br />Washing up after my Silly Sibs, is not so cool.
<br />Mummy wants a washer: a brand-new Whirlpool.
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<br />She'll have to sing this Silly Sib-Song.
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<br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">/</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sara Katt</span></span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br />First Commenter:</span><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >
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<br />To read more posts about the letter S, please visit this <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-s.html#links">site</a> or click on the image below:</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att ta del av fler inlägg om bokstaven S (på engelska) besök denna <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-s.html#links">sida</a> eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span>
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<br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">I'm helping my two-legged Mummy/Mommie by posting for Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday Challenge. This week's letter is R.
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<br />My four little kitten-siblings came home from the farm with the two-legged kits the day before yesterday. I'll make this post short for obvious reason. Here is my poem for the letter R, 'Roses are Red':
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<br />Roses are red, and violets are blue,
<br />Gone is my summer, once it was new.
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<br />Four little kitties, are driving me wild,
<br />There's nowhere to hide from a four-footed child.
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<br />They've taken all places, where I formerly napped,
<br />Help me! Oh, Ceiling-Cat! I'm feeling quite trapped!
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span>
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<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></span><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > / Nospussar,</span></span>
<br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">/</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sara Katt</span></span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br />First Commenter:</span><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >
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<br />To read more posts about the letter R, please visit this <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-r.html#links">site</a> or click on the image below:</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att ta del av fler inlägg om bokstaven R (på engelska) besök denna <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-r.html#links">sida</a> eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span>
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<br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-74707638922765620102011-08-16T18:09:00.017+02:002011-08-16T20:06:50.994+02:00E is for Elisabet and Erik, Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 9 - E<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rg7-q0zXADT2Iv_Gf04b0D3ww0dX_Ywd-TYGWu5w2wC1_ocbe4gv735Ba4N8zzCxbrv1o6YY55rHpm8ppKIA6G39HZwaYlTCvAYaddZnQUsvX41KcEgVjLqdb3ma2_Hqy0na_MeB_Zst/s1600/001+E+%252B+E+%252B+kittens.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rg7-q0zXADT2Iv_Gf04b0D3ww0dX_Ywd-TYGWu5w2wC1_ocbe4gv735Ba4N8zzCxbrv1o6YY55rHpm8ppKIA6G39HZwaYlTCvAYaddZnQUsvX41KcEgVjLqdb3ma2_Hqy0na_MeB_Zst/s400/001+E+%252B+E+%252B+kittens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641504001882674754" border="0" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Text & Photo/Foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"> E is for my two-legged siblings, Elisabet and Erik, seven and nine years old.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Text & Photo/Foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren
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<br /></span></span>They came back from their summer holiday on the farm yesterday; and guess what they had with them? Four kittens, my younger cat-siblings.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Text & Photo/Foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br /></span></span>I'm linking up with Mrs Denise Nesbitt's wonderful alphabet-challenge ABC-Wednesday, Round 9 - E.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Text & Photo/Foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is Elisabet clowning around with my little brother Pelle, who is the spitting image of our mother, Cajsa Cat, who was left on the farm because no one could get her into the transport-carrier. She just did not what to leave; so they left our mother there.
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Alas, my summer of peace and quiet has ended. I try to keep myself hidden from the kits.
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<br />I was going to write 'E is for EKORRE' as my e-word, until I remembered that 'Ekorre' is Swedish for 'squirrel'! You'll have to wait until we get to the letter 'S' for that one.
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<br />Purrs, / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Nospussar,</span>
<br />Sara Cat / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Sara Katt</span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Text & Photo/Foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter /<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Den som lämnat första kommentaren var:
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<br /></div><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To see other posts about the letter 'E', please visit this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">site</a> or click on the image below:</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att läsa andra inlägg om bokstaven "E" besök gärna denna sida <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">här</a>, eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span>
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<br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-80025861214809017522011-08-09T14:25:00.007+02:002011-08-09T22:09:22.902+02:00D is for Dog, according to Sara Cat - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 9 - D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG5B1SrLB5wzvFAcjp2jf9fiuLHOLsNtDHkFBnLcEYn0imamxDAaZgwLr4X82_oi65GmjrYt0qUjrq9qNoVVIoLigLwRD7BGVsKJ8pd9G6mjWcXThRpvidFTZ0FNs6wQ6EEzIRkWEYd3e/s1600/003-Sara+och+gosehunden.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkG5B1SrLB5wzvFAcjp2jf9fiuLHOLsNtDHkFBnLcEYn0imamxDAaZgwLr4X82_oi65GmjrYt0qUjrq9qNoVVIoLigLwRD7BGVsKJ8pd9G6mjWcXThRpvidFTZ0FNs6wQ6EEzIRkWEYd3e/s400/003-Sara+och+gosehunden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638818440020882034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVUkYI0gFZTidbwW_EiQFCHLbQXUoQaUmL8ds2OnFfYugDtidPfpBx-hU7pOvpPSt75aoGKezcSH02s2z3-0aOB6PJtrNK5N0XV3FNQJKR0_SFscNTgca80OMIsc1VTGgAX25QCuEe51m/s1600/002-citroner+och+limes.jpg"></a>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"> D is for dog. I'm linking up with Mrs Denise Nesbitt's wonderful alphabet-challenge ABC-Wednesday, Round 9 - D. I'm sure that you expected me to show a real dog like this Labrador Retriever from Wikipedia:
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Source:Wikipedia</span>
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<br />Or a bull-terrier from the same source:
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Source:Wikipedia
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<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">There are even dogs around my home town. This is a lab named Benzo that likes to play in the snow and even play with Elisabet.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2010 Benzo's owner, Kia</span></span>
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<br />And you can meet interesting blogging-dogs on the Internet. This is Duke, a very clever dog from <a href="http://annssnapeditscrap.blogspot.com/">Ann's Snap, Edit & Scrap</a>. He's sleeping here, but you should see what he can do.
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo Copyright Ann Thompson
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<br /></span>BTW, Duke's two-legged Mummy/Mommie, Ann Thompson, looks like this:
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<br />But frankly, I prefer to keep a safe distance from all dogs except for maybe this one:
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Look at this shot with me and you can see how small he is:</span>
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<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span>This is the right kind of dog for me:
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<br />Purrs, / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Nospussar,</span>
<br />Sara Cat / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Sara Katt</span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter /<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Den som lämnat första kommentaren var:
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<br /><a href="http://allredmop.blogspot.com/2011/08/abc-wednesday-letter-d.html">Photowannabe</a>
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<br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To see other posts about the letter 'D', please visit this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">site</a> or click on the image below:</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att läsa andra inlägg om bokstaven "D" besök gärna denna sida <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">här</a>, eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span>
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<br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-50506403796156554922011-08-04T00:41:00.022+02:002011-08-07T13:24:01.160+02:00P is for Present(s), Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday - Round 3 - P<a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"><img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">I'm helping my two-legged Mummy/Mommie by posting for Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday Challenge. This week's letter is P. For me, P is for Present(s), which any good cat can receive from time to time. Mummy/Mommie bought a special climbing/clawing thing-a-ma-jig from a pet store. This is what it looks like:<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Jag hjälper matte genom att göra ett inlägg för "Mrs Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday-Round 3 - P". Denna veckas bokstav är P; "P som i Presenter" tycker jag passar bra. Matte köpte en klätterställning åt mig på zooaffär, och ser ut så här:</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeBjRIRFogfe6N15N4nyGW-ra97pbiPlk19j94s3PvlCHpNRG1m1hUZToCFf2oArGFhXfp3qrUDokB9tGeWEPkYBQMv9MVQ0gXtR4lb2fO9qBOwiVQrsaKVsqKr7otE379HpikNMfSEIU/s1600/025-Saras+nya+kl%25C3%25A4tterst%25C3%25A4llning.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfeBjRIRFogfe6N15N4nyGW-ra97pbiPlk19j94s3PvlCHpNRG1m1hUZToCFf2oArGFhXfp3qrUDokB9tGeWEPkYBQMv9MVQ0gXtR4lb2fO9qBOwiVQrsaKVsqKr7otE379HpikNMfSEIU/s400/025-Saras+nya+kl%25C3%25A4tterst%25C3%25A4llning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636780537105940050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"></span></span><br /><br />Yes, it is nice, but I don't use it. I am hoping that my new half-siblings will like it. But I don't. There are so many other things that are much better and more fun to climb and claw, such as my ladder (I get to be as tall as Mummy/Mommie and can rub noses with her) :<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Visst är fin, men jag använder den inte.</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> Hoppas att småsyskonen gillar den, men jag gör inte det. Det finns så mycket annat som är roligare att klättra på och klösa, som t.ex. min stege (som gör att jag blir lika lång som matte och kan nosa med henne):</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vm4f9xiVLORlj4NWVVd6OqYvR94_nhfFALSWS2RotXS-oUI6lOHThn9BecupblAYibMu4-jlN-7aSvk4aZmcbVc6sO0hsi0R8y1QKUp7SWUYXEZwhRp6DOkuLffOK-kiuVwAPGgMQDke/s1600/007-Saras+kl%25C3%25A4tterst%25C3%25A4llning.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2vm4f9xiVLORlj4NWVVd6OqYvR94_nhfFALSWS2RotXS-oUI6lOHThn9BecupblAYibMu4-jlN-7aSvk4aZmcbVc6sO0hsi0R8y1QKUp7SWUYXEZwhRp6DOkuLffOK-kiuVwAPGgMQDke/s400/007-Saras+kl%25C3%25A4tterst%25C3%25A4llning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636766731738173058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And of course brown boxes! One advantage of the move to the new apartment is that there are suddenly lots and lots of brown boxes, everywhere! Look at this solid block of boxes stacked in the middle of the bedroom. (There is hardly any floor-space left!):</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Och naturligtvis bruna papplådor! En fördel med flytten till den nya lägenheten är att det plötsligt finns massor av bruna kartonger överallt! Se på den här kompakta kuben som består av flyttkartonger staplade mitt i sovrummet. (Det finns knappt någon golvyta kvar!):</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYO0xPGGMTFVNlY1rxjt_7k0ASlOYViJ-dgKnC8rfYu8R_xfQfuMsp-j0Lfi4f4Mz3j6SlI6Wmy8bbH_fs_-CILPmaU5xeyDH1a9-B708L_ivON4r_BJ5AwNJ7KSU6wmbv8easGfrltAC/s1600/011-flyttkartonger.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYO0xPGGMTFVNlY1rxjt_7k0ASlOYViJ-dgKnC8rfYu8R_xfQfuMsp-j0Lfi4f4Mz3j6SlI6Wmy8bbH_fs_-CILPmaU5xeyDH1a9-B708L_ivON4r_BJ5AwNJ7KSU6wmbv8easGfrltAC/s400/011-flyttkartonger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636767422577125346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /></span></span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >No problem! This is what I call a 'Climb & Claw-Toy'! It really puts that puny toy from the pet shop to shame. See how I use it here:</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Men inga problem! Så här använder jag min "klätterklösleksak"! Det här sätter den inköpta leksaken på plats. Se hur jag använder den:</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayeOqW6KidkA-JK7zuRURcdMppFcQ662sBQTD1UyrM1DxonisW5a9w1_wycVsfzIEG8RNTq4RIsilMfrZ8EdKLI_TnnDBtb7oOCf8Gtyj0YmtwrFdGkO44Bk9ZxoMhTqVtTucPhYUAuLC/s1600/013-Saras+kl%25C3%25A4tterst%25C3%25A4llning.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayeOqW6KidkA-JK7zuRURcdMppFcQ662sBQTD1UyrM1DxonisW5a9w1_wycVsfzIEG8RNTq4RIsilMfrZ8EdKLI_TnnDBtb7oOCf8Gtyj0YmtwrFdGkO44Bk9ZxoMhTqVtTucPhYUAuLC/s400/013-Saras+kl%25C3%25A4tterst%25C3%25A4llning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636767427249735266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And from another angle. (I can leap up on top of these closets to the right, but Mummy / Mommie does not like me to do that, so I try not to do that) :</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Från en annan vinkel. (Jag kan hoppa upp på garderoben till höger på bilden, men matte gillar inte det, så jag föesöker låta bli):</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQBkYTqnVBU2GA_FDJSBs0KTYXDw6760Ge3-z9zXS499iyzun7vBgBF-z6XbYiuDl9mCLjlWSe1WSrtxJm7WuekRo_0Z-fbZFyqYFl3lIxw_5L4odxaTJ5BnToJ2WO1aC6KDwOzi40QhM/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQBkYTqnVBU2GA_FDJSBs0KTYXDw6760Ge3-z9zXS499iyzun7vBgBF-z6XbYiuDl9mCLjlWSe1WSrtxJm7WuekRo_0Z-fbZFyqYFl3lIxw_5L4odxaTJ5BnToJ2WO1aC6KDwOzi40QhM/s400/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636767435141595538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" >But this box is still my favourite place to sleep (look at the far left-hand corner to find me):</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Men det här lådan är min mest älsklade sovplats (titta på det övre vänstra hörnet för att hitta mig):</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRlAEbPZMqer8KaX7nAN_Dgf2Bz3mZzBEw0GftMqjLDPkna_FAALOywKGou-PXNUQzZlLFaNNkusdOl7hE_7UUvuBFxV6EnpV2Xlvh-68QSjFl7BC38F27oOyKipRt-Gx0EAXjwYiqThS/s1600/009-Saras+sovplats.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRlAEbPZMqer8KaX7nAN_Dgf2Bz3mZzBEw0GftMqjLDPkna_FAALOywKGou-PXNUQzZlLFaNNkusdOl7hE_7UUvuBFxV6EnpV2Xlvh-68QSjFl7BC38F27oOyKipRt-Gx0EAXjwYiqThS/s400/009-Saras+sovplats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636766740757033394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /><br /></span></span><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Here's a closer shot of me sleeping on the same box:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Här har vi en närbild på mig när jag sover på samma låda:</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABlLWw7mU5l7GgMYeXQlYcJplsnNlgzSFr831VsCyZh2zkj6MCR46A18GCz9_fZm8dKasKbgxB76-Plgi6I0ljdykKVoxuG89NEarC2mC4MyTjlgxuZJZzT9eAv_vQb7Uz9FkkcYyXhAJ/s1600/005-Saras+sovplats.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABlLWw7mU5l7GgMYeXQlYcJplsnNlgzSFr831VsCyZh2zkj6MCR46A18GCz9_fZm8dKasKbgxB76-Plgi6I0ljdykKVoxuG89NEarC2mC4MyTjlgxuZJZzT9eAv_vQb7Uz9FkkcYyXhAJ/s400/005-Saras+sovplats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636766739394893858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So be careful when you buy presents for your cat at the pet-store. We felines are very particular (=picky, also a P-word) and may not like what you choose.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Så tänk efter när du handlar presenter åt katten på zooaffären. Vi katter är petiga (ännu ett P-ord) och det är inte skert att presenten som du väljer blir uppskattad.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs (yet another a P-word),</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > / Nospussar,</span></span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><span style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">/</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sara Katt</span></span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5abd_jxbiTOMtTPdxN2FQ2vy-XxgNHyBkivXmPXZh3BmHwXpVXLUdQ3FkA7_gRr6nD4nHE0P_KuPZVlgBjTKtLp-KpP9QYTTHDUla6NmmNTOkitoKPAWrH2x0AfxOqFvNND7BHIFDu9qs/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5abd_jxbiTOMtTPdxN2FQ2vy-XxgNHyBkivXmPXZh3BmHwXpVXLUdQ3FkA7_gRr6nD4nHE0P_KuPZVlgBjTKtLp-KpP9QYTTHDUla6NmmNTOkitoKPAWrH2x0AfxOqFvNND7BHIFDu9qs/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636771531293965938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Text & Photograph Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />First Commenter:</span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069302462087366566">La</a><br />of<br /><a href="http://amusingpotpourri.blogspot.com/">A Musing Potpourri</a></span></span><a href="http://amusingpotpourri.blogspot.com/"> </a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /></span><a href="http://amusingpotpourri.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursday-procrastinator.html#links"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdLqrSGQPHTuA0EKOMiXU2UmHx5iIXMxZzYuCs5_QXF51R2U2o_u-NaKNWaJU7UOCW3_q_E-qFy0KrJn3DjyMdbjiBDBBqg4xbiOVvc5DKnCoy6DeSHg6Th7lHrNFvJ87EKM3l1AexSHAo/s400/DSCF0541-2-La.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636806224356915170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />To read more posts about the letter P, please visit this <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-p.html#links">site</a> or click on the image below:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att ta del av fler inlägg om bokstaven P (på engelska) besök denna <a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/08/alphabe-thursdays-letter-p.html#links">sida</a> eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"><img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-65698465323671489772011-08-02T22:03:00.020+02:002011-08-07T14:34:07.270+02:00C is for Citrus fruits - No! - for Confession - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 9 - C<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVUkYI0gFZTidbwW_EiQFCHLbQXUoQaUmL8ds2OnFfYugDtidPfpBx-hU7pOvpPSt75aoGKezcSH02s2z3-0aOB6PJtrNK5N0XV3FNQJKR0_SFscNTgca80OMIsc1VTGgAX25QCuEe51m/s1600/002-citroner+och+limes.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVUkYI0gFZTidbwW_EiQFCHLbQXUoQaUmL8ds2OnFfYugDtidPfpBx-hU7pOvpPSt75aoGKezcSH02s2z3-0aOB6PJtrNK5N0XV3FNQJKR0_SFscNTgca80OMIsc1VTGgAX25QCuEe51m/s400/002-citroner+och+limes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636507230755240962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">I bet you all expected me to do a post called 'C is for Citrus fruits' and see me sitting next to a huge painted lemon! No, for this week's ABC-Wednesday-post for the letter C, I have decided make a CONFESSION. Yes, 'C is for Confession'. Right after I posted my big banana-post, I did something that I am both proud of and ashamed of. What did I do? I found a new hiding-place! As a cat, I am very proud because my two-legged Mummy/Mommie did not think of it until after about ten hours! I felt like a very clever cat indeed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihadXSZoU8n_hbMBwZDHN3OXiz6mykT8gTRjxXN8-sh9QroIHelVxlqtkGWNcpC2SbPyHSBudMq3ROedWqjmvvLVmM2EKChkEY8Es7oOBCxtEbsXCCnGJYZT2QsYp1oTRBgw_JtUx3-JP/s1600/009-Sara+%252B+flyttkartonger.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihadXSZoU8n_hbMBwZDHN3OXiz6mykT8gTRjxXN8-sh9QroIHelVxlqtkGWNcpC2SbPyHSBudMq3ROedWqjmvvLVmM2EKChkEY8Es7oOBCxtEbsXCCnGJYZT2QsYp1oTRBgw_JtUx3-JP/s400/009-Sara+%252B+flyttkartonger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636488705744476482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >(I'm lying on top of the boxes from the move. <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Jag ligger uppflugen på flyttkartonger.)</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Ni trodde att jag skulle kalla mitt inlägg för "C is for Citrus fruit" (="C som i citrusfrukter, citroner")! Ha! Och jag skulle avbildas bredvid en jättelik, målad citron! Nej, den här veckans inlägg heter "C is for Confession" (d.v.s. bekännelse), ty jag har något jag måste bekänna. Strax efter jag gjorde bananposten gjorde jag något som jag är både stolt över och skäms för. Vad var det? Jag hittade ett nytt gömställe som matte inte kom på förrän efter cirka tio timmar! Jag kände mig som en väldigt slug katt.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBpJ0GhFFTX8J5CHzN58RA3jOsnYqYPaWwQEAaEG0OVbUnNdmTZgvFbdMks1b7BvMeqqpttyz4n7jdif2258Vqc-VCXJTBQAv2RV8S2dRcZuqCIZ4obqz9lbDpsjd1GV40vLyzRDXQbhb/s1600/002-Sara+bland+flyttkrtonger.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBpJ0GhFFTX8J5CHzN58RA3jOsnYqYPaWwQEAaEG0OVbUnNdmTZgvFbdMks1b7BvMeqqpttyz4n7jdif2258Vqc-VCXJTBQAv2RV8S2dRcZuqCIZ4obqz9lbDpsjd1GV40vLyzRDXQbhb/s400/002-Sara+bland+flyttkrtonger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636488711909059778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(This is what it looks like while we are moving in. <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Så här ser det ut medan vi flyttar in.</span>)<br /></span><br /></span></span>But I also felt a bit ashamed, because I made Mummy/Mommie very worried. She kept calling my name and looked all over the new apartment at my already discarded hiding places without finding me. I did not answer her when she called my name. Time went and after fooling her so many hours, she made a hand-written sign 'Have you seen my cat Sara?' and put it on the bulletin board in the entrance to the building. Then she telephoned a cat-shelter, <a href="http://www.fiahemmet.se/sokerhem.htm">Fiahemmet</a> and asked them to call her if someone drops off a little black and white cat that fits my description! This was when I started to feel guilty about my cleverness. Tears came to her eyes when she told the person at the cat shelter how much she loves me. I was her favourite! So I meowed and showed myself. She immediately hugged and petted me. She said she was so happy to see me again.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNglCvKPb6isi6XTQ_O8Ql4gJXstDoSfMRgYNoIIo0aFO9AM7Feq4EZDrKGBD2lkqb4KDbrd8Nm2pfUPpD_QqYpbzeawaQcoUwr-in5jNyQis9tsj7Jx_BV-DK2zFGzsNS8DFawrKCmmoU/s1600/014-Sara+g%25C3%25B6mmer+sig+%2528blixt%2529.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNglCvKPb6isi6XTQ_O8Ql4gJXstDoSfMRgYNoIIo0aFO9AM7Feq4EZDrKGBD2lkqb4KDbrd8Nm2pfUPpD_QqYpbzeawaQcoUwr-in5jNyQis9tsj7Jx_BV-DK2zFGzsNS8DFawrKCmmoU/s400/014-Sara+g%25C3%25B6mmer+sig+%2528blixt%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636488719848048594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(I'm hiding. Can you see me? <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Jag gömmer mig. Ser Ni mig?</span>)<br /></span> </span><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Men jag skämdes också efteråt. Jag satte och tryckte och teg när hon ropade mitt namn. Tiden gick utan att hon hittade mig. Hon skrev "Har Ni sett min katt Sara" på en papperslapp och satte upp den på anslagstavlan vid ingången till huset. Sedan ringde hon till <a href="http://www.fiahemmet.se/sokerhem.htm">katthemmet, Fiahemmet</a>, och rapporterade att jag saknades och bad dem ringa henne om någon lämnar in en liten svart och vit katta som passar mina signalement! Det var då jag började få dåligt samvete för min slughet. Hon började gråta och berättade för personen på katthemmet hur mycket hon älskar mig. Jag var hennes favorit! Då kom jag jamande fram. Hon omfamnade mig genast. Hon sade att hon var så lycklig för att se mig igen.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsM_-5xN_Jqh6UkuKiN8Sx-iHqsijqrpHfYwV2HE4rdo9VTI_Kfud7_p_tckuCYf6gRilV_2SHj1qQEfjn4bFj7UyTkXrCbCaT2gVHV4ebftwtP4lo1T_GMqil3rgBY9-rGZlJ20kc_5zE/s1600/010-Saras+g%25C3%25B6mst%25C3%25A4lle+%2528suddig+bild%253B+utan+blixt%2529.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsM_-5xN_Jqh6UkuKiN8Sx-iHqsijqrpHfYwV2HE4rdo9VTI_Kfud7_p_tckuCYf6gRilV_2SHj1qQEfjn4bFj7UyTkXrCbCaT2gVHV4ebftwtP4lo1T_GMqil3rgBY9-rGZlJ20kc_5zE/s400/010-Saras+g%25C3%25B6mst%25C3%25A4lle+%2528suddig+bild%253B+utan+blixt%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636488710712969570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(This is picture is slightly out of focus. Can you see me? <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Fotot är något oskarpt. Ser Ni mig?</span>)</span></span><br /><br />Where did I hide? Behind a row of books on the bookshelf! In the other place where we used to live, the books were kept in a fancy cabinet with mirrored doors. No way for a cat to hide there. But these open bookshelves are easy to climb up on and hide behind the books. If you are quiet, no one will find you!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetG8i6PXYX2FmNtBatMHrEOZ0nWw-5OpCBom6EuhgBpf0dwFMT3VQJD-qPYnLkVq9PcXR5_-9-eMpR2IBScvsvQXNrAPcpZkDkVqQJc8Pe1DjRYh4DM4WC5UUU4DzSNeoXnCkKBXw2UmR/s1600/015-Saras+g%25C3%25B6mst%25C3%25A4lle+avsl%25C3%25B6jat.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetG8i6PXYX2FmNtBatMHrEOZ0nWw-5OpCBom6EuhgBpf0dwFMT3VQJD-qPYnLkVq9PcXR5_-9-eMpR2IBScvsvQXNrAPcpZkDkVqQJc8Pe1DjRYh4DM4WC5UUU4DzSNeoXnCkKBXw2UmR/s400/015-Saras+g%25C3%25B6mst%25C3%25A4lle+avsl%25C3%25B6jat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636488905508721026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Can you see me now? <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Ser Ni mig nu?</span>)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" >Och var gömde jag mig? Bakom böckerna, så klart! Där vi bodde tidigare förvarades böckerna i ett skåp bakom spegeldörrar. Det gick inte för en katt att komma in bakom dem. De här luftiga, öppna hyllorna ger en katt oanade möjlighet att gömma sig. Det gäller att hålla tyst, så hittar ingen dig.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span>------<br />Purrs, / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Nospussar,</span><br />Sara Cat / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Sara Katt</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwYd0kdwJ21WiACnhIB5yddW0lYSqSZcg5oT1A1munQbeww7j-h7hTniI-TMvUePJl59OlpI5hs0cKkxhnrPqbH0XDBD1G02zhKvv7zNXKQ98fxXkcZwCPiLCLl887HqzG6QZrm0fC-3E/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwYd0kdwJ21WiACnhIB5yddW0lYSqSZcg5oT1A1munQbeww7j-h7hTniI-TMvUePJl59OlpI5hs0cKkxhnrPqbH0XDBD1G02zhKvv7zNXKQ98fxXkcZwCPiLCLl887HqzG6QZrm0fC-3E/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633935708387692610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />P.S.<br />Click on the link to <a href="http://www.fiahemmet.se/sokerhem.htm">Fiahemmet</a> to se adoptable cats in the Norrköping-area.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">PS.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Klicka på länken till <a href="http://www.fiahemmet.se/sokerhem.htm">Fiahemmet</a> för att se katter som söker nya hem i Norrköping och omnejd. DS.</span><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter /<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Den som lämnat första kommentaren var:</span></span></span> </div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907414560986208401">Pricilla</a><br />of<br /><a href="http://pricillaspeaks.blogspot.com/">The Maaaaa of Pricilla</a><br /><br /></span><a href="http://pricillaspeaks.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaN4iQEEiCIDA-V5xuFMXJkPJoo0GyfNtz8pq3vMfVc1wyup04PpBmX4tc-MG4FzdJjJqsGIngcRO-r0TXEw7WPCfWgo7PqKo1BXIHv-gpKq-5-ryYl21BG9n3rmVtLLhjAfzIxkVNNQQ/s400/jewelry+887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636789044832535314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><left><a href="http://www.pricillaspeaks.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3564178982_6e9dba368b.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a></left><br /></span><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Länk"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Länk" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To see other posts about the letter 'C', please visit this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">site</a> or click on the image below:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att läsa andra inlägg om bokstaven "C" besök gärna denna sida <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">här</a>, eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span><br /><br /><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOCJZobH5FMcxGGFBq-eHojnVJ8qJBV0veBTcmWcz5b0PeZ2_Q2N7NOuFOTZzgNyXFxNIx9mb4j6zBeQBr_Xz1Pu5vKUjUccoFh-iVVz_CDjLeAwF7P1bBJTjSip0e-5HpM3xnLv2kGCQ/s200/second+try-ABC+WED+round+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633935710479073714" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwYd0kdwJ21WiACnhIB5yddW0lYSqSZcg5oT1A1munQbeww7j-h7hTniI-TMvUePJl59OlpI5hs0cKkxhnrPqbH0XDBD1G02zhKvv7zNXKQ98fxXkcZwCPiLCLl887HqzG6QZrm0fC-3E/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-63384133036022045812011-07-27T09:44:00.012+02:002011-07-29T21:56:59.985+02:00B is for Banana - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 9 - B<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIKz_6oSEFiEOFKJg1O7D0in27Y7qM-FZ_rC5op3AKbRyR-JSgs0zyOpS1Oa2vFKDQGgXmUIa3xAwUYnfYGfSrcAjhg9lii2KnOuHhY_s1GL_oe2XnSMsOWo2LVYc-u6TX83uGoPqU-ba/s1600/011-+bananna+%252B+Sara+Cat.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIKz_6oSEFiEOFKJg1O7D0in27Y7qM-FZ_rC5op3AKbRyR-JSgs0zyOpS1Oa2vFKDQGgXmUIa3xAwUYnfYGfSrcAjhg9lii2KnOuHhY_s1GL_oe2XnSMsOWo2LVYc-u6TX83uGoPqU-ba/s400/011-+bananna+%252B+Sara+Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633946299769174162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">'B is for Banana'! Actually I wanted to do a post called 'B is for brothers' and feature my three new little brothers, but they have not come home from the farm yet. My two-legged Mummy/Mommie is still carrying brown boxes into our new home and I am still learning where the best hiding places are here before the rest of the cats arrive.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">"B som i Banan". Egentligen ville jag skriva ett inlägg om mina nya småbröder och kalla det för "B som i bröder". Men de har inte kommit hem ännu. Matte håller ännu på att flytta bruna papplådor till det nya hemmet medan jag letar efter möjliga gömställen innan de andra katterna kommer hit.</span><br /><br />Once again, I am borrowing one of Mummy's/Mommie's paper-fruits. And you can see how big this banana-art is; it actually bigger that me. This second photo taken at a higher angle shows this very well:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8cwbESh-mCnERdes_-slXHeeahNcKFfS8sErs9FfpFHravkMZBlqOtwG1IjG7ExbOj0jC2WdbkakYCjQy4-mBE76GpcfY6yt8Ij1lAAcm0gGdLj4lD4wBiXDSOV1xR-_IXt_YLE3b2CG/s1600/020+B+%252B+Sara+Cat.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8cwbESh-mCnERdes_-slXHeeahNcKFfS8sErs9FfpFHravkMZBlqOtwG1IjG7ExbOj0jC2WdbkakYCjQy4-mBE76GpcfY6yt8Ij1lAAcm0gGdLj4lD4wBiXDSOV1xR-_IXt_YLE3b2CG/s320/020+B+%252B+Sara+Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633947619878587730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Photo/foto Copyright 2011 Christina Wigren<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Ännu en gång lånar jag Mattes fruktkonst; som är faktiskt större än jag! Det syns bättre i den andra bilden, ovan.</span><br /><br />Purrs, / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Nospussar,</span><br />Sara Cat / <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Sara Katt</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwYd0kdwJ21WiACnhIB5yddW0lYSqSZcg5oT1A1munQbeww7j-h7hTniI-TMvUePJl59OlpI5hs0cKkxhnrPqbH0XDBD1G02zhKvv7zNXKQ98fxXkcZwCPiLCLl887HqzG6QZrm0fC-3E/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwYd0kdwJ21WiACnhIB5yddW0lYSqSZcg5oT1A1munQbeww7j-h7hTniI-TMvUePJl59OlpI5hs0cKkxhnrPqbH0XDBD1G02zhKvv7zNXKQ98fxXkcZwCPiLCLl887HqzG6QZrm0fC-3E/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633935708387692610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter /<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Den som lämnat första kommentaren var:</span></span></span> </div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298172138307632062">Roger Owen Green</a><br />of<br /></span><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/"><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Länk" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Länk" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/07/25/b-is-for-big-daddy/">Ramblin' with Roger</a><br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/07/25/b-is-for-big-daddy/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiATDGMCoh5ePjZEcPFMLmV5j2zVHyrQamXminS9MDkV4Xn5EyJm9XBG7N_oYdXn02pQszS5SciC01ehURBQYj_yNlB0ertCHoXxh-WROtbQ1BiqSej7ZI0GPHrPXHc6x-E3V1p-jNPU6F/s200/ROGduck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634864250508932194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To see other posts about the letter "B", please visit this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">site</a> or click on the image below:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att läsa andra inlägg om bokstaven "B" besök gärna denna sida <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">här</a>, eller klicka på bilden nedan:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOCJZobH5FMcxGGFBq-eHojnVJ8qJBV0veBTcmWcz5b0PeZ2_Q2N7NOuFOTZzgNyXFxNIx9mb4j6zBeQBr_Xz1Pu5vKUjUccoFh-iVVz_CDjLeAwF7P1bBJTjSip0e-5HpM3xnLv2kGCQ/s1600/second+try-ABC+WED+round+9.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOCJZobH5FMcxGGFBq-eHojnVJ8qJBV0veBTcmWcz5b0PeZ2_Q2N7NOuFOTZzgNyXFxNIx9mb4j6zBeQBr_Xz1Pu5vKUjUccoFh-iVVz_CDjLeAwF7P1bBJTjSip0e-5HpM3xnLv2kGCQ/s200/second+try-ABC+WED+round+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633935710479073714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwYd0kdwJ21WiACnhIB5yddW0lYSqSZcg5oT1A1munQbeww7j-h7hTniI-TMvUePJl59OlpI5hs0cKkxhnrPqbH0XDBD1G02zhKvv7zNXKQ98fxXkcZwCPiLCLl887HqzG6QZrm0fC-3E/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-84673735738250615642011-07-21T14:55:00.012+02:002011-07-21T15:55:53.470+02:00A is for Apple (even it is only a painted one) - ABC -Wednesday - A - Round 9<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello! Sara Cat here! Because of the fact that I have been AWOL since April, I have a lot to write about. I thought the best way to get started blogging again would be Mrs Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday, starting an incredible ninth round! So here is my take on the letter A: A is for apple, even if is only a painted one! (My two-legged Mummy/Mommie made this out of cardboard and painted it with acrylic paint. I put myself into the picture so that everyone can see the size of this apple-art.)</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Photo Copyright Christina Wigren</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqFB__eAu-dJRzraimuEheWafEqNTCFO8RGZyQlkl5A1d9CcHFgblk11kVTfsxQS04UrSyKvecmww1-62jl79f1xx_Ub5fC1dF4EdlyfWIk8YyrbE9aQPpyc5b1L5R7DFDJiXoYP1NHlf/s1600/008-Sara+och+%25C3%2584pplet.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqFB__eAu-dJRzraimuEheWafEqNTCFO8RGZyQlkl5A1d9CcHFgblk11kVTfsxQS04UrSyKvecmww1-62jl79f1xx_Ub5fC1dF4EdlyfWIk8YyrbE9aQPpyc5b1L5R7DFDJiXoYP1NHlf/s400/008-Sara+och+%25C3%2584pplet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631797356365468066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hej på Er allihopa! Det är Sara Katt som skriver. Eftersom jag har varit borta sedan i april, har jag jättemycket att skriva om. Och vilket sätt vore bättre än att inleda med fru Nesbitts ABC-onsdag (på engelska) som börjar på ett ofattbart nionde varv! Här är mitt lilla giv för bokstaven A (fast det stämmer inte så bra på svenska) "A is for Apple" (=A som i äpple på engelska) även om det bara är ett påmålat sådant. (Det är matte som har målat äpplet. Jag sitter med i bilden för att alla ska uppfatta storleken på det här åpple-konstverket.)<br /><br /></span> </div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Purrs, / Nospussar,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sara Cat/Sara Katt</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VG92xW0mVEHSCRkKbeIMueU1FsLQKr35NttyeaG2gA7DckSQW3i2Sa2JtDlcuSrWukOHJEsXd0IZFXSfsQ6KhKbvs4-ShwOndJpqxtvbncdVEPm7VysyWUnA3hLHQqpXyoLtJj8RxBW5/s1600/002-Sara+liten+4+kant.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VG92xW0mVEHSCRkKbeIMueU1FsLQKr35NttyeaG2gA7DckSQW3i2Sa2JtDlcuSrWukOHJEsXd0IZFXSfsQ6KhKbvs4-ShwOndJpqxtvbncdVEPm7VysyWUnA3hLHQqpXyoLtJj8RxBW5/s200/002-Sara+liten+4+kant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631798382204046802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />First Commenter: /<br />Första kommentaren har lämnats av:<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05298172138307632062">Roger Owen Green</a><br /></span><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/07/19/a-is-for-adam-and-eve/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4g2jpg0HH-61-R65HJrc-mmUpEiFfAcY-XelGoWXO5f-g2MrK88PY0Zt6gTBf0Nimro1YOzqwgbIzl6SKsTxzA9Hy5S32gjS85FEXgVP79TXMVQejb-42RHH2MOSfwmgiJirQdWebiIu/s200/ROGduck-Roger+Owen+Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631803060057343522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To visit other posts about the letter A, please go to this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">site</a> or click on the image below:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zJYugvEttzM3KK59giQ1wr8EfCtgP63SmPCYdSYrtqsm1145L0jIZ9ZRSZ_mBab2NxZHdh8THohf62JB3uHWA7i22eQOoe5aQA-zsuTPAZp6qlb5L8DnelorA7v_ygmgU_lUJdC54u8o/s200/second+try-ABC+WED+round+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631789305036106210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-53718918551888561362011-04-07T00:54:00.003+02:002011-04-13T10:57:32.167+02:00L is for Lucifer- Mrs. Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - L<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Q6EC11k_UBT4TcVM99bPeEsC7xeY4nHkPhaEsWMoVICPKvc2g_H_bHySgb8pAd4Hwg8yZbScc6ajF6cmFUDYQaNpEjKtg-cc2Jvv6A1cDlHDej7iXojYoVVGMqdEcy9o7sQiq0WNrIJN/s1600/062-lucifer+%2526+gus.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Q6EC11k_UBT4TcVM99bPeEsC7xeY4nHkPhaEsWMoVICPKvc2g_H_bHySgb8pAd4Hwg8yZbScc6ajF6cmFUDYQaNpEjKtg-cc2Jvv6A1cDlHDej7iXojYoVVGMqdEcy9o7sQiq0WNrIJN/s320/062-lucifer+%2526+gus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592724103072346866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >L is for Lucifer, as in Lucifer the Cat</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > in Walt Disney's Cinderella.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In the original folk tale/fairy tale-versions of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella">Cinderella</a> that Charles Perrault (1697)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinderella"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmMQdUynsGwXNjv1yqOeR08fGaN1mvReIK5aZHby-Li5QDTx1VxhRetPjXSDXjiKBxTpRbtsrg8ETfT8VE2ih54IANWT-Z89avou7JeaU1nk5JOPaLi7OyRIpw7rzCbOX_OAXKhR2cnQ_/s320/200px-Cendrillon2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592725444047903170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and then, Aschenputtel, that the brothers Grimm have written, there is no cat, only birds.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcm01uPAtt37eDMhtNsniENGe9-CGfF-KKRhtPkfX5etLMwxbE2_J6YxBYAhQ6y1Ob-bHT3BCWy7i9AIEDx4KFjpC4tNsNPCtHHuGc0UTIyivkOWdiFfhnDDCjKg2reUnvGdEGGGwgE9B/s1600/015-lucifer+9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcm01uPAtt37eDMhtNsniENGe9-CGfF-KKRhtPkfX5etLMwxbE2_J6YxBYAhQ6y1Ob-bHT3BCWy7i9AIEDx4KFjpC4tNsNPCtHHuGc0UTIyivkOWdiFfhnDDCjKg2reUnvGdEGGGwgE9B/s320/015-lucifer+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723886792189330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >When the animated film was man someone decided that a stronger animal subplot would help this fairy tale.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO59T8_rrH-RrOnGMIn8jcw06TqeTaDM6-E3aDtuyKT38jQPj-Q6vfVz0RiEznEZnCe9MKyuCT68AkbF4AAzhILJsPhIf88nHn9e7Xyx8dK4-Ej_42BK8rih9oVqtbhCMdwn6SRIzwPAJ/s1600/014-lucifer+8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO59T8_rrH-RrOnGMIn8jcw06TqeTaDM6-E3aDtuyKT38jQPj-Q6vfVz0RiEznEZnCe9MKyuCT68AkbF4AAzhILJsPhIf88nHn9e7Xyx8dK4-Ej_42BK8rih9oVqtbhCMdwn6SRIzwPAJ/s320/014-lucifer+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723887765571778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >As a cat myself, I am always happy to find important leading rolls given to deserving cats.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj76zpvl6JuT7_N_Z88Gzvnk7YtEVb78pueMR5tkjFU6UodDRwxBXJuLIh_uFxGSYCZo8_uIOl6-GSk61NJCAAMXlo78bMpZ7VnelOJzIXljVuzATOAwcVx4igRKHKvVdSJzSj9aQ0HUG5/s1600/013-lucifer+7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj76zpvl6JuT7_N_Z88Gzvnk7YtEVb78pueMR5tkjFU6UodDRwxBXJuLIh_uFxGSYCZo8_uIOl6-GSk61NJCAAMXlo78bMpZ7VnelOJzIXljVuzATOAwcVx4igRKHKvVdSJzSj9aQ0HUG5/s320/013-lucifer+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723885049710834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Lucifer is a shady character since he his loyal to the evil stepmother who gives Cinderella a hard time.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgblwsrK58LcxQ_REqkUBGZA6wWDZDNsOUh1qjlmqebXYT0HPHj1G1d36tdkjjE6BUTRu9kdSJndha4MDYESc5WmZd23xzolsz-NGFe0NqDvm5f2ieYZYlMP4iIcvM2IAQaU5tHCfaHKzF/s1600/012-lucifer+6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgblwsrK58LcxQ_REqkUBGZA6wWDZDNsOUh1qjlmqebXYT0HPHj1G1d36tdkjjE6BUTRu9kdSJndha4MDYESc5WmZd23xzolsz-NGFe0NqDvm5f2ieYZYlMP4iIcvM2IAQaU5tHCfaHKzF/s320/012-lucifer+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723879960044738" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >But face it. Lucifer is a wonderful character! He does have a certain charm, even if he is a bad guy.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TbiHyn39Klg0amjJcOBYZYRGS1o2p644fTYzXIV59HZfbBtIgefA1aTLHubd5XecBmUWGNZS5-jy0dalHOQ4THD-NYZsiA72Kg5E-PXaSj9pornW0-lgu3W2GFlL9rDi2clepNwFb6r4/s1600/010-lucifer+5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7TbiHyn39Klg0amjJcOBYZYRGS1o2p644fTYzXIV59HZfbBtIgefA1aTLHubd5XecBmUWGNZS5-jy0dalHOQ4THD-NYZsiA72Kg5E-PXaSj9pornW0-lgu3W2GFlL9rDi2clepNwFb6r4/s320/010-lucifer+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723880004152338" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He's loyal to till his mistress and he's a good mouser. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNvRWV_j8UTU2CWka4jlXK2D3CSkm4vDqKSN3WdcGRsYF0CILoIC9d46E-GM8tDCstallS2BpUBlZaZqKT4CTdQWMCxT-ad0TX6aA_nLNqOkU6LU8sXwyJzYI0geAZxCoCmBGL-8CdL7L/s1600/009-lucifer+4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNvRWV_j8UTU2CWka4jlXK2D3CSkm4vDqKSN3WdcGRsYF0CILoIC9d46E-GM8tDCstallS2BpUBlZaZqKT4CTdQWMCxT-ad0TX6aA_nLNqOkU6LU8sXwyJzYI0geAZxCoCmBGL-8CdL7L/s320/009-lucifer+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723511489355602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Objectively speaking, he is everything any young tom could dream about becoming. (He looks alot like my mother, Cajsa, too.)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigt7xfv76J-mjP5g2t7eql17DcvqvyQxgR9vxEIC-P6Q-TqWb1t9ZgLbT2mlUbQ_seTNLc_RDox65Y6TjO7IB-fYpYVHeFZTSwMXe22qDCBIPVOH0wR3pGxn8DZXwArT3FiEE_3bRBF-GR/s1600/008-lucifer+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigt7xfv76J-mjP5g2t7eql17DcvqvyQxgR9vxEIC-P6Q-TqWb1t9ZgLbT2mlUbQ_seTNLc_RDox65Y6TjO7IB-fYpYVHeFZTSwMXe22qDCBIPVOH0wR3pGxn8DZXwArT3FiEE_3bRBF-GR/s320/008-lucifer+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723506633802562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It's just a pity that his name is 'Lucifer'. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdSExhFDYZDlKcJGdDHFz1bcK2m_Dvmb_HMo3pUAGHf7_ZVOTFEOKByuUY4ZutqMA8NL8XnLsFpRIt1j_a2ZmiBfK_gsw1LP4OF-EYddEM9mQnZ9YXPb3mYoHZstL9sX07WnIFOZUA5tR/s1600/006-lucifer+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLdSExhFDYZDlKcJGdDHFz1bcK2m_Dvmb_HMo3pUAGHf7_ZVOTFEOKByuUY4ZutqMA8NL8XnLsFpRIt1j_a2ZmiBfK_gsw1LP4OF-EYddEM9mQnZ9YXPb3mYoHZstL9sX07WnIFOZUA5tR/s320/006-lucifer+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592723501434761090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Lucifer' means 'the Devil', and really type-casts this roll.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcwvjRJhSeW6tefacIZvC8fEBIgb_NSlFydDXjGyUBaAIinOvBWdTahXUtvCAbXcRAadmdbQQ6X6VwEyzAHzXNSjg1pG8eCPH7IO6jwont5BoEqgKlNgDzwo5dIWOf5IXVTXSUUps0ItM/s1600/060-lucifer+%2526+gus.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcwvjRJhSeW6tefacIZvC8fEBIgb_NSlFydDXjGyUBaAIinOvBWdTahXUtvCAbXcRAadmdbQQ6X6VwEyzAHzXNSjg1pG8eCPH7IO6jwont5BoEqgKlNgDzwo5dIWOf5IXVTXSUUps0ItM/s320/060-lucifer+%2526+gus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592728021706159250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is another post about well-known cats in literature, the cinema and popular culture, that every kitten should learn about. Lucifer belongs to our feline-heritage, even if he is kind of a bad-egg.</span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlqtti4-8EsvWE2UoW9dskA85U7NxXh9_SW3Zdr6NeqfCkU1I6Q1SdUU1RRWYp6G96XV3BcJhejdYxFAr7TKkQG13FUPUUwUPp870a3W82l4y12eS8Yqe9RUQw8OOiKotUHfR35Y2b-h/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlqtti4-8EsvWE2UoW9dskA85U7NxXh9_SW3Zdr6NeqfCkU1I6Q1SdUU1RRWYp6G96XV3BcJhejdYxFAr7TKkQG13FUPUUwUPp870a3W82l4y12eS8Yqe9RUQw8OOiKotUHfR35Y2b-h/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574137827725382690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >First Commenter:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/04/05/l-is-for-loopy-language/">Roger Owen Green</a><br /></span><a href="http://www.rogerogreen.com/2011/04/05/l-is-for-loopy-language/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZ2zpyigBvv_ziIuTOkvoRCxm96VFWBlivBwRwF4NPtkVYK5yUSW_DCznycaQcSn7sjK5ClSChV2san-Pf5UdenCwQzpUD5-rrmz2iCLDgn7WnJjmDKUZJBW_SQFbBWaXrmuTPfAZeHGk/s200/ROGduck-Roger+Owen+Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594989090560185778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I am linking up with Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday, Round 8 - L. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts about the letter L, please click on the image below!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTZeg6nTOxsZKEqA9QPq1YPzAR0W9Ou5VrR1mFMzlaeAqZ-vmLAAZXb-ptZYv3MIL0e4RUWcJrcI-Mnhn4WurKr6IlU2Sh7ff3ZP6hSQkyjlkc_zVZwXFE1ULphlPPAakcgmvtW8IB1TQ/s200/ABC_Wed_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134864748878098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-84453651282199413992011-02-27T16:28:00.010+01:002011-03-02T11:15:08.550+01:00PhotoHunt Theme # 254: Mostly Black<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqh4EKYrsAidgM0iiqnxUO6IP4ODRbRj0pi4jrRs1mGS9eSttOXYIBd-hbDfmWS-zOTiakRIlnq4YwVKo_HfA-BnaeBdDbjCoClGagj0_-1z4rWXwelohq3C5fGz0r9KVdQkRQ7Erwv9m/s1600/042-Cajsa+Cat+looks+out+the+window.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqh4EKYrsAidgM0iiqnxUO6IP4ODRbRj0pi4jrRs1mGS9eSttOXYIBd-hbDfmWS-zOTiakRIlnq4YwVKo_HfA-BnaeBdDbjCoClGagj0_-1z4rWXwelohq3C5fGz0r9KVdQkRQ7Erwv9m/s400/042-Cajsa+Cat+looks+out+the+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578394452691303618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tnchick.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 15px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrLTL8VzG2vblQqgZBtcHAJA6wE4AHcEAWstH6Xlinoa0g0G0dZuuGTLvXqwSekTtlRwJogJd3u3wP8hBLWzlHY-3uwjiHuxAEW81JjXqh4ZgyN-9uWBBe6V_U4UMrHv-JyZ-HsjdJrvA/s200/photohunter7iq.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578392453800109090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >PhotoHunt theme # 254: Mostly Black</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I am participating in T.N.Chick's PhotoHunt Theme, which is 'Mostly Black', this week.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >My photo is of my mostly black tuxedo-cat mother, Cajsa-mamma.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlqtti4-8EsvWE2UoW9dskA85U7NxXh9_SW3Zdr6NeqfCkU1I6Q1SdUU1RRWYp6G96XV3BcJhejdYxFAr7TKkQG13FUPUUwUPp870a3W82l4y12eS8Yqe9RUQw8OOiKotUHfR35Y2b-h/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlqtti4-8EsvWE2UoW9dskA85U7NxXh9_SW3Zdr6NeqfCkU1I6Q1SdUU1RRWYp6G96XV3BcJhejdYxFAr7TKkQG13FUPUUwUPp870a3W82l4y12eS8Yqe9RUQw8OOiKotUHfR35Y2b-h/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574137827725382690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >First Commenter:</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024839895877150953">Mr Puddy</a><br /><br /></span><a href="http://everydayvisitor.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cb53vXwDwFMA1QqFqdP5akuU-ulG1lIqhwIQb2R9fmxS5D8zpe-BCmO6BeN1fc5CGur8SxSfZnVFfWxHA-qs1XNDRknQoN0wsZxPnp59yeVffiukzqByVvqXN2fxOl1LW9DTiKX-_P0_/s200/Picture+15-Mr+Puddy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579421983425555506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other PH-posts, please go to this <a href="http://tnchick.com/">site</a>.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-37973752147815071132011-02-16T05:53:00.008+01:002011-02-22T11:34:55.561+01:00Ordlös Onsdag - Insnöad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yssasblogg.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 55px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07gL_btFfgbSY4wDBjGh3JpiJGu0AiLBGa700Umo-UcETTdSgGYDQifm6nPFxqAZ0kXnpi9d3-fiJ-vOrFsFWaID2MYKJdGwlRjmKuUm_2hez9Pc7JrXXglrSETlmvlw_lSQYyF87-aYa/s200/knappOO-Ordl%25C3%25B6s+Onsdag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574151802837776306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlB4FhrSrOEMp8Ika7iwWLTnW2mM0Eix3tjf6ltIAFYXSzJmYqRELPDSBJar7mPNsT6isYyrZ-WbLijKVI18DQozdrRK_8jUfpwqQY1x-k6S10nsiGl6sZ-Iov37Hrgbw7MdIP2f9gkpS/s1600/023-Utsikt+fr%25C3%25A5n+f%25C3%25B6nstret.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlB4FhrSrOEMp8Ika7iwWLTnW2mM0Eix3tjf6ltIAFYXSzJmYqRELPDSBJar7mPNsT6isYyrZ-WbLijKVI18DQozdrRK_8jUfpwqQY1x-k6S10nsiGl6sZ-Iov37Hrgbw7MdIP2f9gkpS/s400/023-Utsikt+fr%25C3%25A5n+f%25C3%25B6nstret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574147141382318642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Det här är mitt bidrag till Susannes tema 'Ordlös Onsdag'!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Nospussar,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Katt</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOizx6-SJgiarKhc0M5JM_xeLx_NiC3ykUEkQLQo3CshnrsWNmkopQ3QbLQGIJC1STeYKwuU7qiYPR99asZ0p7374Y15h10zjCKK7F-Zc9oTC6mPtBTjATHHrDvXXcyV7iMvgeMTd4J3X/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOizx6-SJgiarKhc0M5JM_xeLx_NiC3ykUEkQLQo3CshnrsWNmkopQ3QbLQGIJC1STeYKwuU7qiYPR99asZ0p7374Y15h10zjCKK7F-Zc9oTC6mPtBTjATHHrDvXXcyV7iMvgeMTd4J3X/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574146404033090946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">Första kommentaren<br />lämnades av:</span><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07797069138913757557">Annelie</a><br /><br />av<br /><br /><a href="http://sandbergsfotoblogg.blogspot.com/2011/02/onsdagstema-insnoad.html">Sandbergs - Fotoblogg</a><br /><br /></span><a href="http://sandbergsfotoblogg.blogspot.com/2011/02/onsdagstema-insnoad.html"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqEe-M0R46LyJt9G2y4dxLuF2UzmADFUm6hx3oo6daRx-69kPXNARYpx4-LnoXgRqIgXQ_3R-Pp6kGsxWhojRT1GAcSLG21be_fYBI2WokCMXLhHsaHkxFVVkPFgZoyulJiOzWjhY2jxN/s200/Annelie+la+rose+et+violet+-+web.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576459753575378050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >För att besöka andra inlägg med foto för temat 'Ordlös Onsdag' klicka </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://yssasblogg.blogspot.com/">här</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Eller på bilden. </span><br /><br /><a href="http://yssasblogg.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 55px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07gL_btFfgbSY4wDBjGh3JpiJGu0AiLBGa700Umo-UcETTdSgGYDQifm6nPFxqAZ0kXnpi9d3-fiJ-vOrFsFWaID2MYKJdGwlRjmKuUm_2hez9Pc7JrXXglrSETlmvlw_lSQYyF87-aYa/s200/knappOO-Ordl%25C3%25B6s+Onsdag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574151802837776306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-5279137561314453662011-02-16T05:30:00.003+01:002011-02-16T05:44:24.432+01:00E is for E-games - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday, Round 8 - E<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w9hGR6xxG-81YgXOntMpNcHPqcwCfr4KrKDn5qcsHRmOYAUEJmB9aZP-v-Eiw1H7yZG-2uJLdAg2VsiC8Xo6g1YTQiOnYF7L_GIvQuzQoAsE3845sHrBApyLdLlo4E7tzJuCZh64fE5A/s1600/036-E+is+for+Erik%252C+Elisabet+%2526+E-games.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w9hGR6xxG-81YgXOntMpNcHPqcwCfr4KrKDn5qcsHRmOYAUEJmB9aZP-v-Eiw1H7yZG-2uJLdAg2VsiC8Xo6g1YTQiOnYF7L_GIvQuzQoAsE3845sHrBApyLdLlo4E7tzJuCZh64fE5A/s400/036-E+is+for+Erik%252C+Elisabet+%2526+E-games.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134411845281442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">E is for my two-legged siblings: Erik, Elisabet and their Enthusiasm for E-games!<br />For those few individuals who wonder what has happened to my blogging speed, here is the answer: Erik, nine and Elisabet, six years old, have discovered the wonderful world of online computer-games. As a small four-footed furry individual, it is not always so easy to get computer-time nowadays!<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OOpsXj-GF0vlrLnU_3dbXtOgE1dCuAUHTkulZU27PLo3Pt4iofnar0JaTracggQ6gVYq2xFHeOEU6m86ZlaEBvWKGbUe3d0umfBs-PRRN1BFddr_tO_fOA7KfTeXub0Fu-aPaRzTtwAK/s1600/038-Elisabet+%2526+Erk+vid+mammas+lilla+dator.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OOpsXj-GF0vlrLnU_3dbXtOgE1dCuAUHTkulZU27PLo3Pt4iofnar0JaTracggQ6gVYq2xFHeOEU6m86ZlaEBvWKGbUe3d0umfBs-PRRN1BFddr_tO_fOA7KfTeXub0Fu-aPaRzTtwAK/s400/038-Elisabet+%2526+Erk+vid+mammas+lilla+dator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134406868345714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I am linking up with Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday, Round 8 - E. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlqtti4-8EsvWE2UoW9dskA85U7NxXh9_SW3Zdr6NeqfCkU1I6Q1SdUU1RRWYp6G96XV3BcJhejdYxFAr7TKkQG13FUPUUwUPp870a3W82l4y12eS8Yqe9RUQw8OOiKotUHfR35Y2b-h/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSlqtti4-8EsvWE2UoW9dskA85U7NxXh9_SW3Zdr6NeqfCkU1I6Q1SdUU1RRWYp6G96XV3BcJhejdYxFAr7TKkQG13FUPUUwUPp870a3W82l4y12eS8Yqe9RUQw8OOiKotUHfR35Y2b-h/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574137827725382690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />XXX</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts about the letter E, please click on the image below!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTZeg6nTOxsZKEqA9QPq1YPzAR0W9Ou5VrR1mFMzlaeAqZ-vmLAAZXb-ptZYv3MIL0e4RUWcJrcI-Mnhn4WurKr6IlU2Sh7ff3ZP6hSQkyjlkc_zVZwXFE1ULphlPPAakcgmvtW8IB1TQ/s200/ABC_Wed_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134864748878098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-51720119371101882542011-02-09T11:41:00.005+01:002011-02-16T05:44:00.968+01:00D is for Dog - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 8 - D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWFkI4qr4jMP-TC65_9R__jnia9sQHStfPwRjwLUZYxhX-mZgZeDbm61ZZZnFdZrJIEFGH6EWQt1XGLgZeJQnLf-_ej09Fchhtv9q86BhN_6_IfshQEStJU7NkYx7bhHxc5Z6JUOOgdz6/s1600/21553_227885594472_526574472_3117684_5793677_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWFkI4qr4jMP-TC65_9R__jnia9sQHStfPwRjwLUZYxhX-mZgZeDbm61ZZZnFdZrJIEFGH6EWQt1XGLgZeJQnLf-_ej09Fchhtv9q86BhN_6_IfshQEStJU7NkYx7bhHxc5Z6JUOOgdz6/s400/21553_227885594472_526574472_3117684_5793677_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571639685244750658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >D is for dog. Here is one of my favourite dogs, Benzo, a huge but friendly Golden Retriever.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJTy0Sfkem2xGIe0cpvtK3rEY5cnyCH_oN6zfyLxrPjd_6Yg2Shv2fa6KjhMCIrUilxvOVyRw3pYmgSZgApWy5DYHvvz0-woJHdkX2RPx-d8XKUDjHX61zzekjhpivH9j83nxBa4AlaAe/s1600/74CF.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJTy0Sfkem2xGIe0cpvtK3rEY5cnyCH_oN6zfyLxrPjd_6Yg2Shv2fa6KjhMCIrUilxvOVyRw3pYmgSZgApWy5DYHvvz0-woJHdkX2RPx-d8XKUDjHX61zzekjhpivH9j83nxBa4AlaAe/s400/74CF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571639684890496034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >These shots are taken by his mother Kia who was baby-sitting my two-legged sister Elisabet when we had our first snowstorm on the First of Advent.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSfdCYtV6OLrs4jaXR4fN2Un5JYiwUvih18qqWX9HF9lB_Ha8M0zv5j1U_kFbJJFv0n8iarnPIL91egy_4bkffH_XFEulcRDQE24AuDNJHzN_9CESzlBFpybHZThdy97RC5osKwD80TRCm/s1600/74DF.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSfdCYtV6OLrs4jaXR4fN2Un5JYiwUvih18qqWX9HF9lB_Ha8M0zv5j1U_kFbJJFv0n8iarnPIL91egy_4bkffH_XFEulcRDQE24AuDNJHzN_9CESzlBFpybHZThdy97RC5osKwD80TRCm/s400/74DF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571639689534603394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >As you can see Benzo loves to roll around in the snow.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVciippBX4mPkTTp6L-_orC_O3tRvWHvBm_XL1BcbIZvUbUZ-VHcW8uMYn9fibzjPKjXubaft-jEDsQm7BcBjRxzn4odNbZosEIMPmzEtPupG2l8q1veah0-c_kqboENO9ZIBaOPTbo9Qd/s1600/74AE.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVciippBX4mPkTTp6L-_orC_O3tRvWHvBm_XL1BcbIZvUbUZ-VHcW8uMYn9fibzjPKjXubaft-jEDsQm7BcBjRxzn4odNbZosEIMPmzEtPupG2l8q1veah0-c_kqboENO9ZIBaOPTbo9Qd/s400/74AE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571640153778883202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >He was also very kind to little Elisabet.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >xxx</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_WwRsj5BK3L0smlsxr2uTnwevnJsEKEdzsE7kgAmPsvehpc4ioOWEhLFDCWBQ3t838SiBop9IGly7Z0Z3V5PGbVj0V7kKhXdzFwV8Wac5emEBUnPU6IXQ_jmHP3fHLhttGQ9T6reSJS2/s1600/ABC_Wed_8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_WwRsj5BK3L0smlsxr2uTnwevnJsEKEdzsE7kgAmPsvehpc4ioOWEhLFDCWBQ3t838SiBop9IGly7Z0Z3V5PGbVj0V7kKhXdzFwV8Wac5emEBUnPU6IXQ_jmHP3fHLhttGQ9T6reSJS2/s200/ABC_Wed_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571642580063652930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-16494830192013128182011-02-02T10:50:00.010+01:002011-02-02T12:01:35.896+01:00Wordless Wednesday: Cajsa Cat is eating a house plant!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF1h_KTLcLcc_EHt6y8K5XW1TxHxiFomJhxIL6DE0wW_J8OgGcxesRY1QcYFXuIojS_4wia8Q_wOhYzRMLpWxS2Hg6nqxyUE3p7sPmyLhb3cq9aoDS82HpvZznkgYzSFNYB0qboyI-hc2/s1600/013-Cajsa+%25C3%25A4ter+lejongap.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF1h_KTLcLcc_EHt6y8K5XW1TxHxiFomJhxIL6DE0wW_J8OgGcxesRY1QcYFXuIojS_4wia8Q_wOhYzRMLpWxS2Hg6nqxyUE3p7sPmyLhb3cq9aoDS82HpvZznkgYzSFNYB0qboyI-hc2/s400/013-Cajsa+%25C3%25A4ter+lejongap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569028895409907666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We really need to get Mamma-Cajsa Cat some cat-grass!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0j8WcrJ4lbwV1YX8UQZzcof36gWq9pkDzfcBCCImIH0ACBFgIYZZpi2Acu2tsrFWMMkE_I3a0jG_gi-8RwB6dz13evim9VJEGOnQzLKGm_sK8-MHm7AZoMYqeupyj873fJCR7YdFgSqP/s1600/012-Cajsa+%25C3%25A4ter+krukv%2527%25C3%25A4xten+lejongap.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0j8WcrJ4lbwV1YX8UQZzcof36gWq9pkDzfcBCCImIH0ACBFgIYZZpi2Acu2tsrFWMMkE_I3a0jG_gi-8RwB6dz13evim9VJEGOnQzLKGm_sK8-MHm7AZoMYqeupyj873fJCR7YdFgSqP/s400/012-Cajsa+%25C3%25A4ter+krukv%2527%25C3%25A4xten+lejongap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569028897359010642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >P.S. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Since you already are here. Why not take a peek at my ABC-Wednesday-Round 8-C-post about a very special cat that every cat should know about. Please click </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sarakatt.blogspot.com/2011/02/c-is-for-cheshire-cat-mrs-denise.html">here</a><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >First Commenter:<br />Deb Nance<br />of<br /><a href="http://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html">Readerbuzz</a><br /></span><a href="http://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJow5taKyg4Sbnf6wU3EBn2UAOp9liHAdr3BjaactYh4NsRqQXML6QlmDWLAqIUzB4wVLK2jxHge0KnJPkSvU4JsjyVSlahlFRnCvvdakmUAx-Sig2ifKZ0JUiCC1kfbpSGCk09k6ISPf/s200/TLA+2010+033-ReaderBuzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569042131784289970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://readerbuzz.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday.html"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2gZ6NT8RLe3LETaURMIXHyg24LKkxN9lptm5syMJnw3Mvf2SYJwQxSWPKn7636wX3xZ83z4TqpYVQ3CZE5aRqjYimzCnVpG32MancoYhrKcnWKhTCSt9ZpHqE2LXrWYG-4_ibb7wZ1MOy/s400/wordless2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569028891182582066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img src="http://www.wordlesswednesday.com/ww/images/wordless2.gif" alt="" height="125" width="100" /><br /><script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://rpc.blogrolling.com/display.php?r=b68dcb1afa8937d8e2390d87299f927a"></script><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-67681524199015830182011-02-01T19:18:00.020+01:002011-02-02T11:28:49.185+01:00C is for the Cheshire Cat - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday, Round 8 - C<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwzFHT4KdSUtu9r81zI8d_gn9Kl6A8EkUXQQC7sq4k2igqqTqlMC3khU7PfZfu3IynXMxXCLf5fF7eDjbILiWNNAXr9AVrHXaOZ_O2QFbFf2p3UaPS_aiXVpBnC9lRf55_DwjCfSdv0-E/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwzFHT4KdSUtu9r81zI8d_gn9Kl6A8EkUXQQC7sq4k2igqqTqlMC3khU7PfZfu3IynXMxXCLf5fF7eDjbILiWNNAXr9AVrHXaOZ_O2QFbFf2p3UaPS_aiXVpBnC9lRf55_DwjCfSdv0-E/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568790519357439026" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgdQzeUy3zlkXYG_m4EDzNPVFAGnD3qZCkXr3VWh1os_Pom57JvMmZ_kvSBsEmqDGL23VAwJ4oEbglYE211eUKM_Zo3332TJkRKN5necFKIuVAP-U0cXrQpMTPAUfTFCmVK0mE-hQF4QN/s1600/250px-Cheshire_Cat_Tenniel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgdQzeUy3zlkXYG_m4EDzNPVFAGnD3qZCkXr3VWh1os_Pom57JvMmZ_kvSBsEmqDGL23VAwJ4oEbglYE211eUKM_Zo3332TJkRKN5necFKIuVAP-U0cXrQpMTPAUfTFCmVK0mE-hQF4QN/s200/250px-Cheshire_Cat_Tenniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568790504714974658" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello again! Sara Cat here for another chapter of Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday, Round 8. This week the focal point of our attention should be on the letter C. Since I am more or less always writing about something that has to do with cats, it seems silly to choose that word. (I have also done the word 'cat' a couple of times now.) I need to be more specific about the word cat and say exactly what kind of cat I mean. And I mean a certain cat, a 'Cheshire Cat'. So my choice for 'C'-week is 'Cheshire Cat'.<br /></div><br /><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">Most people think of the Cheshire Cat as the character from Lewis Carroll's story, <span style="font-style: italic;">Alice in Wonderland</span> (and later even in the second part, <span style="font-style: italic;">Through the Looking-Glass</span>), when Alice meets up with the Cat that disappears gradually until only his head is visable and then, lastly, his grin.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>Alice first encounters it at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duchess_%28Alice%27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland%29" title="Duchess (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)">the Duchess</a>'s house in her kitchen, and then later outside on the branches of a tree, where it appears and disappears at will, engaging Alice in amusing but sometimes vexing conversation. The cat sometimes raises <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy" title="Philosophy">philosophical</a> points that annoy or baffle <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_%28Alice%27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland%29" title="Alice (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)">Alice</a>. It does, however, appear to cheer her up when it turns up suddenly at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_Hearts" title="Queen of Hearts">Queen of Hearts</a>' <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Croquet" title="Croquet">croquet</a> field, and when sentenced to death baffles everyone by having made its head appear without its body, sparking a massive argument between the executioner and the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_of_Hearts_%28Alice%27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland%29" title="King of Hearts (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)">King</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_Hearts_%28Alice%27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland%29" title="Queen of Hearts (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland)">Queen</a> of Hearts about whether something that does not have a body can indeed be <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decapitation" title="Decapitation">beheaded</a>.</blockquote></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>At one point, the cat disappears gradually until nothing is left but its grin, prompting Alice to remark that she has often seen a cat without a grin but never a grin without a cat.<sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat#cite_note-2"><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></a></sup></blockquote><sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat#cite_note-2"><span></span></a></sup></span></p></div>Lewis Carroll did not invent the Cheshire Cat. As with so many characters in his fantasy-tales, he may have taken existing stories, expressions or rhymes and incorporated them into his own stories, where they have survived. The origin of the expression 'to smile like a Cheshire Cat' may be found here (according to Wikipedia):<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">The phrase appears in print in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Wolcot" title="John Wolcot">John Wolcot</a>'s pseudonymous Peter Pindar's <i>Pair of Lyric Epistles</i> in 1792: "Lo, like a Cheshire cat our court will grin." Earlier than that, <i>A classical dictionary of the vulgar tongue</i> by Francis Grose (The Second Edition, Corrected and Enlarged, London 1788) contains the following entry: "CHESHIRE CAT. He grins like a Cheshire cat; said of any one who shows his teeth and gums in laughing."</span></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Wikipedia is helping me with both information and images, and according to that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat#Alice.27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland">site</a>, there was a cheese in Cheshire made in a mold in the form of a cat, which one ate from the tail first and the head last:</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brewer%27s_Dictionary_of_Phrase_and_Fable" title="Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable"></a></i><blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brewer%27s_Dictionary_of_Phrase_and_Fable" title="Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable">Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable</a></i> says <i>grinning like a Cheshire cat</i> is "an old <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simile" title="Simile">simile</a>, popularised by Lewis Carroll". Brewer adds, "The phrase has never been satisfactorily accounted for, but it has been said that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese" title="Cheese">cheese</a> was formerly sold in Cheshire moulded like a cat that looked as though it was grinning".<sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat#cite_note-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup> The cheese was cut from the tail end, so that the last part eaten was the head of the smiling cat.<sup class="Template-Fact" title="This claim needs references to reliable sources from November 2009" style="white-space: nowrap;">[<i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Citation_needed" title="Wikipedia:Citation needed">citation needed</a></i>]</sup></blockquote><sup class="Template-Fact" title="This claim needs references to reliable sources from November 2009" style="white-space: nowrap;"></sup></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Lewis Carroll (whose real name was actually Charles Dodgeson) may have been inspired by church carvings:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There are many reports that Carroll found inspiration for the name and expression of the Cheshire Cat in the 16th century sandstone carving of a grinning cat, on the west face of </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Wilfrid%27s_Church,_Grappenhall" title="St Wilfrid's Church, Grappenhall">St Wilfrid's </a></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Wilfrid%27s_Church,_Grappenhall" title="St Wilfrid's Church, Grappenhall"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Wilfrid%27s_Church,_Grappenhall" title="St Wilfrid's Church, Grappenhall">Church</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >tower in </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grappenhall" title="Grappenhall">Grappenhall</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, a village adjacent to his birthplace- </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daresbury" title="Daresbury">Daresbury</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warrington" title="Warrington">Warrington</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire" title="Cheshire">Cheshire</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >. </span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctRZL2dM_qyWiIgY-KrXrhRskNyc8PgRMhFCIKjfkCNTG1V4GXAoUZjlmzmCwOPQLXzm-w3X_qGcZyNy6oOmMc0RyTGUPROUYguBo7JUKiNGEoLqMHQ0F0xtUEKjcNUccu4DGMWlOjuv0/s1600/200px-Wilf.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctRZL2dM_qyWiIgY-KrXrhRskNyc8PgRMhFCIKjfkCNTG1V4GXAoUZjlmzmCwOPQLXzm-w3X_qGcZyNy6oOmMc0RyTGUPROUYguBo7JUKiNGEoLqMHQ0F0xtUEKjcNUccu4DGMWlOjuv0/s200/200px-Wilf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568790500841835026" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Grinning Cheshire Cat, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Wilfrid%27s_Church,_Grappenhall" title="St Wilfrid's Church, Grappenhall">St Wilfrid's Church</a>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grappenhall" title="Grappenhall">Grappenhall</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire" title="Cheshire">Cheshire</a><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Others<sup class="noprint Inline-Template" title="The material in the vicinity of this tag may use weasel words or too-vague attribution. from July 2010" style="white-space: nowrap;">[<i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Avoid_weasel_words" title="Wikipedia:Avoid weasel words" class="mw-redirect">who?</a></i>]</sup> have attributed it to a gargoyle found on a pillar in St Nicolas Church, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cranleigh" title="Cranleigh">Cranleigh</a>, where Carroll used to travel frequently when he lived in Guildford (though this is doubtful as he moved to Guildford some three years after Alice's Adventures in Wonderland had been published) and a carving in a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_%28building%29" title="Church (building)">church</a> in the village of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Croft-on-Tees" title="Croft-on-Tees">Croft-on-Tees</a>, in the north east of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England" title="England">England</a>, where his father had been <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rector" title="Rector">rector</a>. St Christopher's church in Pott Shrigley, Cheshire, is believed to have been visited by Carroll and has the closest stone carving resemblance to the pictorial cat in the book.<br /></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmADTSYO7b6wIMSa10DBdn_k9eKmNBorha6EggxTmpUpaG1Z6nErfYlp8OLX1ixYrZGY27dHLEBHpismmhsYhcvRsgbjdtQHpTO0OAnbsmZuo6eIdqcMKzRc4XCMT7oaemk_Qes1dP1sXw/s1600/220px-Cheshire_cat_head.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmADTSYO7b6wIMSa10DBdn_k9eKmNBorha6EggxTmpUpaG1Z6nErfYlp8OLX1ixYrZGY27dHLEBHpismmhsYhcvRsgbjdtQHpTO0OAnbsmZuo6eIdqcMKzRc4XCMT7oaemk_Qes1dP1sXw/s200/220px-Cheshire_cat_head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568790512038515218" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">The cat carving in St Nicolas Church, Cranleigh<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Walt Disney's film-version of the Cheshire Cat looks like this. I have not had a chance to see this film, otherwise I would have been tempted to use stills as illustrations for this post. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6l3v2lE5LenGcx1SHEzD3Bhublu4ZpVBKY2ptuUx8q74nUBheMGuQuCZRPcBD_HgvSZs9OYWmURjuE-N_bjCYwKsQJuwI9dnfR8aGChFBa67KOGPrC5ED7P5d1x22El8nLrL77DvVHnY/s1600/200px-DisneyCheshireCat.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6l3v2lE5LenGcx1SHEzD3Bhublu4ZpVBKY2ptuUx8q74nUBheMGuQuCZRPcBD_HgvSZs9OYWmURjuE-N_bjCYwKsQJuwI9dnfR8aGChFBa67KOGPrC5ED7P5d1x22El8nLrL77DvVHnY/s200/200px-DisneyCheshireCat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568790506563298722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Personally, I prefer John Tenniel's original illustrations.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >For those who are interested in reading more about the Alice books, I can warmly recomend Martin Gardner's </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The Annotated Alice</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >. For this post, I have used information and images from Wikipedia's article </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheshire_Cat#Alice.27s_Adventures_in_Wonderland">here</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(Take a look there. I have only just skimmed the surface here.)</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Purrs,<br />Sara Cat<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">First Commenter:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11550420299395301062">Chris</a></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11550420299395301062">J</a></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >of </span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://flamblogger.blogspot.com/">Flamblogger</a><br /><br /><a href="http://flamblogger.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqP-qFQptQ3ZkssF0KU24JTFD77ygY4pITugaIaY74jb-Vdzjruov71hcwDIuYWbxR15w-OE74jvwVLlrEiI6ogqiDNyfUVpyPgmJ5vLhUGSk15U4oTK31yS0k6MOrXucWnbE-08jMB08Q/s200/Copy%252Bof%252BCopy%252Bof%252BP1010157-Chris.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569018452982423938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">To read other posts about the letter C, please go to this <a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/">site</a> or click on the image below:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTojRL_i1fcX526QyEDtnD3PxLHZ6gPeMwD2qEPPmYJK_TwpGEAH1QQiYHsUvq2o0Odkt4D6cb9uhYxGBtqgFiKRCCkl7vBW9bHUnQGVykB4cfEAkl6559m0swXTl2a4A7VJDkpU7hzGNw/s200/ABC_Wed_8-ROUND+EIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568793266810059058" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Please leave a comment. 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As a blogger, who is also a cat, I feel it is my duty to write about issues of interests to all cats. So for the letter 'P', I would like to mention that there is a fairy tale that has done much to raise the status of the cat, and that is 'Puss in Boot' or 'Master Cat' (<span lang="fr"><i>Le Maistre Chat, ou Le Chat Botté</i></span>, literally "The Booted Cat" by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Perrault" title="Charles Perrault">Charles Perrault</a> (1628–1703).<br /><br />'Puss in Boots' is the story about the youngest of three sons of a miller who only inherits a cat when their father dies. He is unhappy with his inheritence until the cat starts to talk asks for a pair of boots, which he says he will need if he is going to help his master. Puss is a trickster and not only earns money for the impouverished miller's son, he even helps him play the part of the fictional <i>Marquis of Carabas</i> and thereby making a good impression upon the king and winning the hand of his daughter, the princess. Here is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puss_in_Boots#cite_note-TatarP235-23">Wikipedia's plot summary</a>:<br /></div><br /><blockquote><p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The tale opens with the third and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Youngest_son" title="Youngest son">youngest son</a> of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miller" title="Miller">miller</a> receiving his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inheritance" title="Inheritance">inheritance</a> — a cat. At first, the youngest son laments, as the eldest brother gains the mill, and the middle brother attains the mules. The feline is no ordinary cat, however, but one who requests and receives a pair of boots. Determined to make his master's fortune, the cat bags a rabbit in the forest and presents it to the king as a gift from his master, the fictional <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marquess" title="Marquess">Marquis</a> of Carabas</i>. The cat continues making gifts of game to the king for several months.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="thumb tleft"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="thumbinner" style="width: 222px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lechatbotte4.jpg" class="image"><img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fa/Lechatbotte4.jpg/220px-Lechatbotte4.jpg" class="thumbimage" height="176" width="220" /></a></span></div> <div class="thumbcaption"> <div class="magnify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lechatbotte4.jpg" class="internal" title="Enlarge"><img src="http://bits.wikimedia.org/skins-1.5/common/images/magnify-clip.png" alt="" height="11" width="15" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> Puss meets the ogre in a nineteenth-century illustration by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Dor%C3%A9" title="Gustave Doré">Gustave Doré</a></span></div> </div> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">One day, knowing the king and his daughter are traveling by coach along the riverside, the cat persuades his master to remove his clothes and enter the river. The cat disposes of his master's clothing beneath a rock. As the royal coach nears, the cat begins calling for help in great distress, and, when the king stops to investigate, the cat tells him that his master, the <i>Marquis</i>, has been bathing in the river and robbed of his clothing. The king has the young man brought from the river, dressed in a splendid suit of clothes, and seated in the coach with his daughter, who falls in love with him at once.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The cat hurries ahead of the coach, ordering the country folk along the road to tell the king that the land belongs to the "Marquis of Carabas", saying that if they do not he will cut them into mincemeat. The cat then happens upon a castle inhabited by an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogre" title="Ogre">ogre</a> who is capable of transforming himself into a number of creatures. The ogre displays his ability by changing into a lion, frightening the cat, who then tricks the ogre into changing into a mouse. Once that change is complete, the cat pounces upon the mouse and devours it. The king arrives at the castle which formerly belonged to the ogre, and, impressed with the bogus Marquis and his estate, gives the lad the princess in marriage. Thereafter, the cat enjoys life as a great lord who runs after mice only for his own amusement.<sup id="cite_ref-OpiePP113.E2.80.93116_5-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puss_in_Boots#cite_note-OpiePP113.E2.80.93116-5"><span>[</span>6<span>]</span></a></sup></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The tale is followed immediately by two <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moral" title="Moral">morals</a>: "one stresses the importance of possessing <i>industrie</i> and <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Savoir_faire" title="Savoir faire">savoir faire</a></i> while the other extols the virtues of dress, countenance, and youth to win the heart of a princess."<sup id="cite_ref-ZipesP26_6-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puss_in_Boots#cite_note-ZipesP26-6"><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a></sup></span></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><sup id="cite_ref-ZipesP26_6-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puss_in_Boots#cite_note-ZipesP26-6"><span></span></a></sup></span></p><div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">Peraults original French <span lang="fr"><i>Le Maistre Chat, ou Le Chat Botté</i></span>, was first published in 1697 and became immediately popular in France. An English translation of 'Puss in Boots' was first published in 1729.<br /><br />But 'Puss in Boots' is not as popular in England as the British folktale, 'Dick Whittington's Cat' whose cat is not a trickster, but simply helps his master by being a good mouser. This is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dick_Whittington_and_His_Cat">Wikipedia's summary of Dick Whittington and His Cat</a>:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><b></b></i></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><b>Dick Whittington and His Cat</b></i> is a British <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Folklore" title="Folklore">folk tale</a> that has often been used as the basis for stage <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantomime" title="Pantomime">pantomimes</a> and other adaptations. It tells of a poor boy in the 14th century who becomes a wealthy merchant and eventually the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Mayor_of_London" title="Lord Mayor of London">Lord Mayor of London</a> because of the ratting abilities of his cat. The character of the boy is named after a real-life person, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Whittington" title="Richard Whittington">Richard Whittington</a>, but the real Whittington did not come from a poor family and there is no evidence that he had a cat.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb1vaSaunvSeOgzgujGjXxqSN3DKoiXGNy4z_aMo-8ECBu3UeyHlEfj-4tAPfZrhvY5Ym9Zw70GGKkfvGE-KpbVrrOCPPdOJBoE_TDtjkncpFAml9umQzm3dcDS3gEHl8bObG9Sd2OO6I/s1600/Richard_Wittington_and_his_Cat.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb1vaSaunvSeOgzgujGjXxqSN3DKoiXGNy4z_aMo-8ECBu3UeyHlEfj-4tAPfZrhvY5Ym9Zw70GGKkfvGE-KpbVrrOCPPdOJBoE_TDtjkncpFAml9umQzm3dcDS3gEHl8bObG9Sd2OO6I/s200/Richard_Wittington_and_his_Cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566639248537993810" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Synopsis:</span></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>Dick Whittington was a poor orphan. Hearing of the great city of London, where the streets were said to be paved with gold, he set off to seek his fortune in the city. Once there, of course, Dick could not find any streets that were paved with gold. Hungry, cold and tired, he fell asleep in front of the great house of Mr. Fitzwarren, a rich merchant. The generous man took Dick into his house and employed him as a scullery boy. Unfortunately, Dick's little room was infested with rats. Dick earned a penny shining a gentleman's shoes, and with it he bought a cat, who drove off the rats.</blockquote></span><blockquote> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">One day, Mr. Fitzwarren asked his servants if they wished to send something in his ship, leaving on a journey to a far off port, to trade for gold. Reluctantly, Dick sent his cat. Dick was happy living with Mr. Fitzwarren, except that Fitzwarren's cook was cruel to Dick, who eventually decided to run away. But before he could leave the city, he heard the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bow_Bells" title="Bow Bells" class="mw-redirect">Bow Bells</a> ring out. They seemed to be saying, "Turn again Whittington, thrice Lord Mayor of London". Dick retraced his steps and found that Mr. Fitzwarren's ship had returned. His cat had been sold for a great fortune to the King of Barbary, whose palace was overrun with mice. Dick was a rich man. He joined Mr. Fitzwarren in his business and married his daughter Alice, and in time became the Lord Mayor of London three times, just as the bells had predicted.</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The notion that a cat could be a hero in a fairy tale or do something that would help bring about a happy end, was not the usual role that the cat was given in early fables and tales; if a cat was even mentioned at all, in the printed word. In the earliest stories, the cat was always connected to the mouse, as a simple rodent-killer. The cat was rarely given a personality. But 'Puss in Boots' marks a turning-point for the status of the cat. Puss wins by being clever.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05069302462087366566">La</a><br />of<br /><a href="http://amusingpotpourri.blogspot.com/">A Musing Potpourri</a><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzgDvF_746FFVMYzQwdCQEQqwMaRq47RlcSp8fSlfASRZqkWarvKnaXktNZapmbXmNFGPpgStOpMZ0jeSZeP4sISCo2LhAcEfzi6Ndn4-pzUtNGC6yscNWM-gjwBfC4-OzCg2iTA57zu2/s1600/DSCF0541-2-La.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzgDvF_746FFVMYzQwdCQEQqwMaRq47RlcSp8fSlfASRZqkWarvKnaXktNZapmbXmNFGPpgStOpMZ0jeSZeP4sISCo2LhAcEfzi6Ndn4-pzUtNGC6yscNWM-gjwBfC4-OzCg2iTA57zu2/s200/DSCF0541-2-La.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566751569821388066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Please leave a comment. '<span style="font-style: italic;">Skicka en kommentar</span>' means '<span style="font-style: italic;">Post a comment</span>'</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To visit other posts about the letter 'P' please click on the image below:<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"><img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-2767738849999585022011-01-25T00:37:00.025+01:002011-01-26T20:29:24.381+01:00B is for Black Beauty by Anna Sewell - ABC-Wednesday, Round 8 - B<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglalizaPs5nhy72HYwhkV4Wc1uWgmZdZRnPZkBUj6YQgfSmjc2U91pBbZOxVdCM1iSsvqK_cqVj1IOE8JNeGgmwomV7bTMTyRX6cndhw9B5MeoAkqRb_btEryOeVqMLwbCJqGxLWIHk1dz/s1600/200px-BlackBeautyCoverFirstEd1877.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglalizaPs5nhy72HYwhkV4Wc1uWgmZdZRnPZkBUj6YQgfSmjc2U91pBbZOxVdCM1iSsvqK_cqVj1IOE8JNeGgmwomV7bTMTyRX6cndhw9B5MeoAkqRb_btEryOeVqMLwbCJqGxLWIHk1dz/s200/200px-BlackBeautyCoverFirstEd1877.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560137120610447202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuR3Cq2ih_G-pPuogF69xiD6JEN0GaR9U7Kj4fEQg_AKEEJH8dgFlWf-sqt5rlbCcIsUS3Bqg6OEAgsA3PGG8H4_0EULUdqysFcWElI3mHzbqVybUDTFYdDLxag50c-vcHZ-WLeQomXps/s1600/200px-BlackBeautyErstauflage.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuR3Cq2ih_G-pPuogF69xiD6JEN0GaR9U7Kj4fEQg_AKEEJH8dgFlWf-sqt5rlbCcIsUS3Bqg6OEAgsA3PGG8H4_0EULUdqysFcWElI3mHzbqVybUDTFYdDLxag50c-vcHZ-WLeQomXps/s200/200px-BlackBeautyErstauflage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560137119745555570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is the first edition of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Black Beauty</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Photo source:</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Beauty">Wikipedia</a></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><span>As a cat-blogger, I owe a debt of gratitude to others for the inspiration to write about my life as a cat. The first cat-blog that inspired me to get started with my own cat-page is <a href="http://daisythecurlycat.blogspot.com/">Daisy the Curly Cat</a>. Other cat-blogs have also inspired me: <a href="http://beadedtail.blogspot.com/">Beaded Tail,</a> and <a href="http://www.sparklecat.com/">Sparkle the Designer Cat</a> <a href="http://ask-fisher.com/"></a>. Other kinds of animal-blogs have taught me a lot such as <a href="http://pricillaspeaks.blogspot.com/">The Maaaa of Pricilla,</a> <a href="http://www.margsanimals.com/blogs/index.php/margspets/">Marg's Pets</a> </span><span>and <a href="http://ask-fisher.com/">Ask Fisher</a></span><span>. And as time passes I have discovered many, many interesting animal-sites, well worth visiting. But all of us, who write from the point of view of another species, owe a debt to the British writer, Anna Sewell and her novel </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Black Beauty</span><span>.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif84BBD3xAbjQ-zPGvU4xe5Dp9e_sfRXv0xkwBVvNgRmiMwmh097H_XWCAmR_v87q_ckIxK7LIRkQLJpD0yuBXGcpuFO5iRdhfAk8FkNr7IsRKAT3DSJlcW7WsW60DsBVz4W2n3RJhAXtJ/s1600/5155H13X7JL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif84BBD3xAbjQ-zPGvU4xe5Dp9e_sfRXv0xkwBVvNgRmiMwmh097H_XWCAmR_v87q_ckIxK7LIRkQLJpD0yuBXGcpuFO5iRdhfAk8FkNr7IsRKAT3DSJlcW7WsW60DsBVz4W2n3RJhAXtJ/s200/5155H13X7JL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560145241343722962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(This Edition of Black Beauty can be ordered<br />through the Amazon UK-widget below.)</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >As a child, Anna Sewell (1820-1878) injured both her ankles very badly, so for the rest of her life she was depended upon horses to get her from one place to another. After reading her novel, it is easy to understand how she must have been grateful to these enormous, beautiful and intelligent creatures that she came to know so well. In her novel </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Black Beauty</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, Sewell describes, from a horse's point of view, how different owners and grooms treated their horses. She hoped that her novel would make people show more kindness and sympathy towards horses. In fact, her novel has inspired animal rights activists, other writers and film-makers, and remains a classic of children's literature (even though Anna Sewell never wrote it for children). Now there are many who write about animals from the animal's point of view.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The structure of this novel is staightforward and ingenious. Black Beauty tells his own life story, but meets and observes other horses; and he asks them about how their lives have been. This way we only get to </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >hear</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > about the very worst of the ill-treatment of horses since Black Beauty is a horse who is an observer and who is fortunate, having known kindness from the beginning as a colt, even though he is badly treated by several owners throughout the middle of his life. The novel, <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Beauty</span>, ends happily, despite the many sad reports from the lives of other horses. Black Beauty himself is happy when he tells his story, leaving the reader with hope; as his very last owner is good and kind and has promised to never sell him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >One of the stories-within-a-story about other horses, is about the old war horse, Captain, who describes his time as a cavalry horse in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crimean_War">Crimean War</a>. Here is part of Captain's story:</span><br /><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">'I cannot tell all that happened on that day, but I will tell of the last charge that we made together. It was across a valley right in front of the enemy's cannon. By this time we were well used to the roar of heavy guns, the rattle of musket fire, and the flying of shots near us; but never had I been under such a fire as we rode through on that day. From the right, from the left. and from the front, shot and shell poured in upon us. Many a brave man went down, many a horse fell, flinging his rider to the earth; many a horse without a rider ran wildly out of the ranks, then, terrified at being alone, with no hand to guide him, came pressing in among his old campanions, to gallop with them to the charge.<br />'Fearful as it was, no one stopped, no one turned back. Every moment the ranks were thinned, but as our comrades fell, we closed in to keep together; and instead of being shaken or staggered in our pace, our gallop became faster and faster as we neared the cannon, all clouded in white smoke, while the red fire flashed through it.<br />'My master, my dear master, was cheering on his comrades with his right arm raised on high, when one of the balls, whizzing close to my head, struck him. I felt him stagger with the shock, though he uttered no cry; I tried to check my speed, but the sword dropped from his right hand, the rein fell loose from the left, and sinking backward from the saddle he fell to the earth; the other riders swept past us, and by the force of their charge I was driven from the spot where he fell.<br />'I wanted to keep my place by his side, and not leave him under that rush of horses' feet, but it was in vain; and now without a master or a friend, I was alone on that great slaughter ground; then fear took hold of me, and I trembled as I had never trembled before; and I too, as I had seen other horses do, tried to join in the ranks and gallop with them; but I was beaten off by the swords of the soldiers. Just then a soldier whose horse had been killed under him caught at my bridle and mounted me, and with this new master I was again going forward; but our gallant company was cruelly overpowered, and those who remained alive after the fierce fight for the guns came galloping back over the same ground. Some of the horses had been so badly wounded that they could scarcely move from the loss of blood; other noble creatures were trying on three legs to drag themelves along, others were struggling to rise on their forefeet, when their hind legs had been shattered by shot. Their groans were piteous to hear, and the beseeching look in their eyes as those who escaped passed by, and left them to their fate, I shall never forget. After the battle the wounded men were brought in, and the dead were burried."<br />'And what about the horses?' I said. 'Were they left to die?'<br />'No, the army farriers went over the field with their pistols and shot all that was ruined. Some that had only slight wounds were bought back and attended to, but the greater part of the noble, willing creatures that went out that morning never came back! In our stables there was only about on in four that returned.<br />'I never saw my dear master again. I believe he fell dead from the saddle. I never loved any other naster so well. I went into many other engagements but was only once wounded, and then not seriously; and when the war was over, I came back to England, as sound and strong as when I went out.'<br />I said, 'I have heard people talk about war as if it was a very fine thing."<br />'Ah!' said he, 'I should think they never saw it. No doubt it is very fine there is no enemy, when it is just exercise and parade, and sham fight. Yes, it is very fine then; but when thousands of good brave men and horses are killed, or crippled for life, it is a very different look.'<br />'Do you know what they fought about?' said I.<br />'No,' he said, 'that is more than a horse can understand, but the enemy must have been awfully wicked people, if it was right to go all that way over the sea on purpose to kill them.'</span></blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Does this sound familiar? The horse Captain lost his master in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade">Charge of the Light Brigade</a>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Lord_Tennyson">Alfred, Lord Tennyson</a>'s well-known <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade_%28poem%29">poem</a> is about this battle, </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the </span></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Balaclava" title="Battle of Balaclava">Battle of Balaclava,</a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >that took place during the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crimean_War">Crimean Wa</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crimean_War">r</a> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >on 25 O<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ctober 1854.</span> Anna Sewell has taken a poem about a battle where many, many soldie<span style="font-size:100%;">rs die, and used its content in this chapter about a war horse who tells the same story from a horse's point of view. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Take a look at the poem if you would like to hear it read aloud go to this<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade_%28poem%29"> page.</a></span></span></span><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Charge of the Light Brigade</span><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Half a league, half a league,<br /> Half a league onward,<br />All in the valley of Death<br /> Rode the six hundred.<br />'Forward, the Light Brigade!<br />Charge for the guns' he said:<br />Into the valley of Death<br /> Rode the six hundred.</span></p> <div id="NavFrame1" class="NavFrame collapsed" style="border: medium none; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div class="NavContent" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; text-align: left; display: block;"> <div class="poem"> <p><span style="font-size:78%;">'Forward, the Light Brigade!'<br />Was there a man dismay'd?<br />Not tho' the soldiers knew<br /> Some one had blunder'd:<br />Theirs not to make reply,<br />Theirs not to reason why,<br />Theirs but to do and die:<br />Into the valley of Death<br /> Rode the six hundred.<br /><br />Cannon to the right of them,</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Cannon to the left of them,<br />Cannon in front of them<br /> Volley'd and thunder'd;<br />Storm'd at with shot and shell,<br />Boldly they rode and well,<br />Into the jaws of Death,<br />Into the mouth of Hell<br /> Rode the six hundred.<br /><br />Flash'd all their sabres bare,</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Flash'd as they turned in air<br />Sabring the gunners there,<br />Charging an army while<br /> All the world wonder'd:<br />Plunged in the battery-smoke<br />Right thro' the line they broke;<br />Cossack and Russian<br />Reel'd from the sabre-stroke<br />Shatter'd and sunder'd.<br />Then they rode back, but not<br />Not the six hundred.<br /><br />Cannon to right of them,</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Cannon to left of them,<br />Cannon behind them<br /> Volley'd and thunder'd;<br />Storm'd at with shot and shell,<br />While horse and hero fell,<br />They that had fought so well<br />Came thro' the jaws of Death,<br />Back from the mouth of Hell,<br />All that was left of them,<br /> Left of six hundred.<br /><br />When can their glory fade?</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />O the wild charge they made!<br /> All the world wonder'd.<br />Honour the charge they made!<br />Honour the Light Brigade,<br /> Noble six hundred!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">—Alfred, Lord Tennyson</span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade_%28poem%29">[Source]</a><br /></span></p> </div> </div> </div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(Here are several links to Wikipedia's pages on these subjects.)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />This passage is taken from pp.123-125 of the unabridged Dover Juvenile Classics edition (1999) of Anna Sewell's novel, <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Beauty</span>, that was published in 1877, one year before her death. This is a book that is probably available at most public and school libraries, and has been translated into many languages.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Thank you for visiting!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSEe_E3I7dto488KZirC1xPnFrNcI1YU2w9B5wCVI0ScRFWcIo7yff24lPPjYjdliW_DIub-TooynXaTtmX04sFcCGQ0rRQrb43jxVEPglu_cShx3HxUnbtempJuNI_1J14K70DsyPVnH/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSEe_E3I7dto488KZirC1xPnFrNcI1YU2w9B5wCVI0ScRFWcIo7yff24lPPjYjdliW_DIub-TooynXaTtmX04sFcCGQ0rRQrb43jxVEPglu_cShx3HxUnbtempJuNI_1J14K70DsyPVnH/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566146001350458418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To read more about Anna Sewell and her only novel, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Black Beauty</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, go to Wikipedia's page </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Beauty">here</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >First Commenter:<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10733111654769386624">Francisca</a> of<br /><a href="http://viewthrumygloballens.blogspot.com/">View thru my Global Lens</a><br /><br /></span><a href="http://viewthrumygloballens.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWIeJ6ppR_Xbk13b7HCYXvuG8ZFaTiE0Fiyf3C-sbkZZVhuxLWAKXd5HZYjXSiH9eArwXTk30qKkjV9EWf4NeVepTgR5YgKjF65aoVsut-O1_I21ZFA0kDOQSy8WBTzwa9790JM9uf1tw7/s200/FdZinNepal-Francisca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566372070650071458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Skicka en kommentar'</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > means </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Post a comment'</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts about the letter 'B' please go to this site by clicking on the image below:<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNfnEtaUUS9iwOumLGY2Q6fQHZHCLBPDwsxhE6P7GUVCTzwvEGlmM9sa7e9a3G3ck0kY3BSXy1hP0NZMNA3QKp2o6ZmWD6SPNE13_OIBN0dTGGDeElSnHaceK50u5jNonjko4fb2NNWYw0/s200/ABC_Wed_8-ROUND+EIGHT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566150872285296882" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script charset="utf-8" type="text/javascript" src="http://ws.amazon.co.uk/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=GB&ID=V20070822/GB/sarcatwrisark-21/8001/537f12d4-3bb3-428c-8885-1d0388d93dc6"> </script> <noscript><a href="http://ws.amazon.co.uk/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=GB&ID=V20070822%2FGB%2Fsarcatwrisark-21%2F8001%2F537f12d4-3bb3-428c-8885-1d0388d93dc6&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.co.uk Widgets</a></noscript><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-195350389298327212011-01-21T21:54:00.010+01:002011-01-27T00:58:19.595+01:00O is for Ocelot - Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOS1W6X-Xm-i7Gs9OfLMd_jgUliLtXwq_ZbD756p6x6ZqWKvcYucoABW2Wnkj7RzQwmA-oEH0oyfviVwcSkLqNUT2fX7zBidTtsFhgzOt38obqP_MHNe2FKed3svPtPi1fAa0F4Bbq6PzQ/s1600/220px-Ocelot.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOS1W6X-Xm-i7Gs9OfLMd_jgUliLtXwq_ZbD756p6x6ZqWKvcYucoABW2Wnkj7RzQwmA-oEH0oyfviVwcSkLqNUT2fX7zBidTtsFhgzOt38obqP_MHNe2FKed3svPtPi1fAa0F4Bbq6PzQ/s400/220px-Ocelot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747122693325026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O is for Ocelot. </span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's time to link up with Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday, Round 2 - O. I am at my wits end. Anna asked me to do something for this O-post and I keeping with the theme of my blog, I must write a post about a cat. I have already written two poems about the letter O [See '<a href="http://sarakatt.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-is-very-round-letter-mrsdenise.html">O is a very round letter</a>'], but now I have nothing poetic to say about the letter O. I am concerned about cats. So here is a few words about an O-cat, the Ocelot!</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >According to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot">Wikipedia</a>, the Ocelot :</span><br /><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The ocelot (<i>Leopardus pardalis</i>), pronounced /ˈɒsəˌlɒt/, also known as the Dwarf Leopard, McKenney's Wildcat, Jaguatirica (in Brazil), Jaguarete (in Paraguay and Argentina), Tigrillo (in Ecuador, Colombia and Peru), Cunaguaro (in Venezuela), or Manigordo (in Costa Rica and Panama) </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">is a wild <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Felidae" title="Felidae">cat</a> distributed over <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_America" title="South America">South</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_America" title="Central America">Central America</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexico" title="Mexico">Mexico</a>, but has been reported as far north as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas" title="Texas">Texas</a> and in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinidad" title="Trinidad">Trinidad</a>, in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caribbean" title="Caribbean">Caribbean</a>. North of Mexico, it is found regularly only in the extreme southern part of Texas<sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot#cite_note-2"><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></a></sup>, although there are rare sightings in Southern Arizona.<sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot#cite_note-3"><span>[</span>4<span>]</span></a></sup></span> </div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The ocelot is similar in appearance to a domestic <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat" title="Cat">cat</a>. Its <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fur" title="Fur">fur</a> resembles that of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clouded_Leopard" title="Clouded Leopard">Clouded Leopard</a> or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaguar" title="Jaguar">Jaguar</a> and was once regarded as particularly valuable. As a result, hundreds of thousands of ocelots were once killed for their fur. The feline was classified a "vulnerable" <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endangered_species" title="Endangered species">endangered species</a> from 1972 until 1996, but is now rated "least concern" by the 2008 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IUCN_Red_List" title="IUCN Red List">IUCN Red List</a>.</span></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is where the ocelot lives:</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifS3mky8-YwBaUH3kTUC-qHFor9do2A5dsbM0oc2mpiB2NzLYBbITM33wrFu8FW6F-jtG3C6_VKm3TomtmB08Qxa7U1SDvOIbQHC8GpmFcRnohpsCASwzyE4KWW0H9AiSwggx7HWDgYVpE/s1600/220px-Ocelot_area.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifS3mky8-YwBaUH3kTUC-qHFor9do2A5dsbM0oc2mpiB2NzLYBbITM33wrFu8FW6F-jtG3C6_VKm3TomtmB08Qxa7U1SDvOIbQHC8GpmFcRnohpsCASwzyE4KWW0H9AiSwggx7HWDgYVpE/s400/220px-Ocelot_area.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747118817962514" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot">Wikipedia</a> informs us more about the physical characteristics of the ocelot:</span><br /></div><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><blockquote>The ocelot ranges from 68 to 100 centimetres (27 to 39 in) in length, plus 26 to 45 centimetres (10 to 18 in) tail length, and typically weighs 8 to 10 kilograms (18 to 22 lb), although much larger individuals have occasionally been recorded,<sup id="cite_ref-Animal_7-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot#cite_note-Animal-7"><span>[</span>8<span>]</span></a></sup><sup id="cite_ref-WCoW_8-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot#cite_note-WCoW-8"><span>[</span>9<span>]</span></a></sup> making it the largest of the generally dainty <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leopardus" title="Leopardus">Leopardus</a></i> wild cat genus. It has sleek fur, rounded ears and relatively large front paws. While similar in appearance to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oncilla" title="Oncilla">Oncilla</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margay" title="Margay">Margay</a>, which inhabit the same region, the ocelot is larger.</blockquote></span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">Like most felines, the ocelot is a night-animal, defends its territory fiercely and lives a solitary life. To read more about these beautiful, wild cats, ocelots go to this <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocelot">page</a>. But after reading and writing about ocelots, I am happy that I have a nice warm bed and a kind Mommie who looks after me!</p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This post is one of my personal series 'Cats Around the World', and the ocelot is our O-cat for Alphabe-Thursday, Round 2, that is all about the letter O.</span><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >First Commenter:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Judie of<br /><a href="http://rogueartistsspeak.blogspot.com/">Rogue Artists</a></span><br /><br /><a href="http://rogueartistsspeak.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVTks6CQ3wndIkW_7rpnAULCJkgtIgROXzqf7nsuNeox2dZLPY2HeTynDetjcFKvRUyh7WEJqWdGF9ZISG5RE4LKiZ28OIjd-aTyURjfjYpkIcpaIB9mwobl-PByw_CmM4y672pRbzYQ1/s200/judie+in+cancun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564909084096208322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Please leave a comment. '<span style="font-style: italic;">Skicka en kommentar</span>' means '<span style="font-style: italic;">Post a comment</span>'</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts about O-words please visit this site by clicking on the image below:<br /><br /><a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday" target="_blank"><img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /></a><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-54377321736813835402011-01-21T20:33:00.014+01:002011-01-29T17:45:12.176+01:00How we cats show our love - Fluffy Friday #56 / Hur vi katter visar vår kärlek - Dunig fredag nr 56<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9k1Qrx8KwtRvG1ACDlXw3kNuCT9lq4bPpjOhQ5cdyzyJDkFIiPVReYxwwSVjoFK4WF4PBqraBtfPGXDFFy2ffzAtIS_CDaju6TpXqlv7imG0vgWhxrckb2POXqdgytCmzsFL2R7Vhmms/s1600/19maj+077-Cajsa+vid+cykeln.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9k1Qrx8KwtRvG1ACDlXw3kNuCT9lq4bPpjOhQ5cdyzyJDkFIiPVReYxwwSVjoFK4WF4PBqraBtfPGXDFFy2ffzAtIS_CDaju6TpXqlv7imG0vgWhxrckb2POXqdgytCmzsFL2R7Vhmms/s400/19maj+077-Cajsa+vid+cykeln.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564730998724499938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Posting for Fluffy Friday, I would like to show some pictures from last May outside in the garden.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Som inlägg för Dunig fredag, vill jag visa några gamla bilder tagna i trädgården i maj i fjol.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86DSOSZJG1J1mk1ag370IXZ8zvpBZay25_iIFHJLHgsghBusP29cysIvdzyD2_NQYVzsb2ZZEKkHuTkhqERlx9BXU5XoN5sDX9dwV58o1RiCHwlcSUy2hBt4UNE4r8p0HPMfYBAwpO1Cg/s1600/19maj+079-Cajsa+gosar.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86DSOSZJG1J1mk1ag370IXZ8zvpBZay25_iIFHJLHgsghBusP29cysIvdzyD2_NQYVzsb2ZZEKkHuTkhqERlx9BXU5XoN5sDX9dwV58o1RiCHwlcSUy2hBt4UNE4r8p0HPMfYBAwpO1Cg/s400/19maj+079-Cajsa+gosar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564725494722798066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mamma-Cajsa is weaving back and forth around our Mommie's/Mummy's legs.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Mamma-Cajsa gnider sig mot och runt mattes ben.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7rUHau6ULsAYconZIGDWGR_clzeIi0Iwq8k9ujyxkMZKkcXXzMQr00n-u5rY-Cfgvodllx8__oyjIRiSTLKpOX-0GPx1-7FbvYP-Wf0S6vOKkQZ0AU5unwNNul40M_2hR-jFn6CqIhyV/s1600/19maj+078-Cajsa+gosar+mot+mina+ben.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7rUHau6ULsAYconZIGDWGR_clzeIi0Iwq8k9ujyxkMZKkcXXzMQr00n-u5rY-Cfgvodllx8__oyjIRiSTLKpOX-0GPx1-7FbvYP-Wf0S6vOKkQZ0AU5unwNNul40M_2hR-jFn6CqIhyV/s400/19maj+078-Cajsa+gosar+mot+mina+ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564725488108664946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is what we often see of our humans: their feet, shoes and legs.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Det är det här vi oftast ser av våra människor:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >deras fötter, skor och ben.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMneitup0dqBDdfrucZ_DUgS67VjymFXz2yjbkAVlLUov5j87nuJnI8HGR-4N3eEh2LUfDInZpBBorv25qyY1XqPmO5fOPRCzD-ghvt4-NtBGB04GWNo8V99bbkcjGguiu571VOydd3qmr/s1600/19maj+075-Cajsa+gosar.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMneitup0dqBDdfrucZ_DUgS67VjymFXz2yjbkAVlLUov5j87nuJnI8HGR-4N3eEh2LUfDInZpBBorv25qyY1XqPmO5fOPRCzD-ghvt4-NtBGB04GWNo8V99bbkcjGguiu571VOydd3qmr/s400/19maj+075-Cajsa+gosar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564725486674615458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >You can see that Cajsa really likes our two-legged Mother. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >And she likes us too!</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Som ni ser tycker Cajsa om vår lilla matte. Och hon tycker också om oss!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,/<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Nospussar,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat/<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Sara Katt</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Kommentar lämnas först av:</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">xxx<br /><br /><br /><center><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.meowdiaries.com/2009/12/first-fluffy-friday.html"><img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd98/Genie_Princess/fluffy-friday.png" /></a></div>Share your fluffy friends with us every Friday! Whether it's a favourite stuffed toy or an adorable pet - basically anything fluffy, we'd love to see your pictures & stories! Leave <span style="font-weight: bold;">ONLY</span> the <span style="font-weight: bold;">POST URL</span> here and grab the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fluffy Friday</span> badge at <a href="http://www.meowdiaries.com/">Meow Diaries</a>. Any unrelated links will be deleted.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=70945" type="text/javascript"></script><br /></center></span>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-5396527127732773082011-01-13T02:01:00.024+01:002011-01-21T21:46:12.734+01:00N is for Nils, Mrs. Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday, Round 2 - N<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXCrq8goGmvMXWC_E7EhLuBQDEcg5oapH-25KSYRP3ujHR7jgWb5V0jyfhQXnAAqu4YMD8F8InZ8dxYlhO82yKHph3h0FWLyyCp1sDt4pM2svH89287F8Mnd5AjQc-ip7N1CLN7P9_R2P/s1600/Sweden+%252820+Kronor%2529+back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKXCrq8goGmvMXWC_E7EhLuBQDEcg5oapH-25KSYRP3ujHR7jgWb5V0jyfhQXnAAqu4YMD8F8InZ8dxYlhO82yKHph3h0FWLyyCp1sDt4pM2svH89287F8Mnd5AjQc-ip7N1CLN7P9_R2P/s400/Sweden+%252820+Kronor%2529+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561365354658503298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >N is for Nils, and not just any boy named Nils, but Nils Holgersson, the main character in the novel, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wonderful Adventures of Nils </span> (<a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nils_Holgerssons_underbara_resa_genom_Sverige"><span style="font-style: italic;">Nils Holgerssons Underbara Resa Genom Sverige</span></a>, 1906-1907) by the </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >famous Swedish author, <a href="http://www.selmalagerlof.org/index.html">Selma Lagerlö<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >f</span></a></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > (1858-1940)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT_0zMuerLCLzOVC8sQK77Wif3Vp0WEh-Ra5V0-QtAwcd2SQPNFJPw0l-2ca_Yzc4LKSVzSebaHhNokk7LMtZR5hOgLYYMbENok-CsDXhdGvSuACyfy9a6GcnvpS56ASZ-TwxBRxeGsBH/s1600/henry_b_goodwin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT_0zMuerLCLzOVC8sQK77Wif3Vp0WEh-Ra5V0-QtAwcd2SQPNFJPw0l-2ca_Yzc4LKSVzSebaHhNokk7LMtZR5hOgLYYMbENok-CsDXhdGvSuACyfy9a6GcnvpS56ASZ-TwxBRxeGsBH/s200/henry_b_goodwin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561471396948213458" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Selma Lagerlöf</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Among Selma Lagerlöf's many claims to fame is the fact that she is the first woman to receive the Nobel Prize for literature (1909). The first image on this post is a scene from <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wonderful Adventures of Nils</span> on the back of a Swedish twenty crown note (remember that Sweden said no to the euro and kept the krona. So this money is currently still in use.) Here is the front side of the same bill, showing a portrait of Selma Lagerlöf.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj551LJVAo7eTqLF7byBdPbvxq0C4bPtfJsUmUdS6wF8NHpq435D0zLHYn35H3fSCXIqxjjlFZj7S07bTy8PIifLgR0lvB5MgTEZFxUTY7B3PpsVQqB9CJgWwW0z63fRaPV1aXVSn2Oz_gc/s1600/Sweden+%252820+Kronor%2529+front.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj551LJVAo7eTqLF7byBdPbvxq0C4bPtfJsUmUdS6wF8NHpq435D0zLHYn35H3fSCXIqxjjlFZj7S07bTy8PIifLgR0lvB5MgTEZFxUTY7B3PpsVQqB9CJgWwW0z63fRaPV1aXVSn2Oz_gc/s400/Sweden+%252820+Kronor%2529+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561365363403914354" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Once again, it's Sara Cat here, posting instead of Anna (who has her mind on other things.) I promised Anna that I'd take care of this week's post for Mrs. Jenny Matlock's inspiring alphabet-meme, Alphabe-Thursday, Round 2, with the letter N, if she would let me do it <span style="font-style: italic;">my way</span>! And 'doing it my way' means that I need to find a cat!<br /><br />Here is the illustrated cover by Lars Klinting to a picture-book version of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wonderful Adventures of Nils</span>:</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cbnlGM_m8KHQyYeyeYVmuNobjpgKwmfuw7jmPlwJDRjEFA_Hsd_VgkulT86IWZVV1UeyM6zeVGEgJXPNt4aFjoYHpTy7yaqzF9fDgDOiVhalwmu_HlkwlhaWxilnpKsjsHUSUNser0fp/s1600/Nils_Holgerssons_underbara_resa_genom_Sverige.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cbnlGM_m8KHQyYeyeYVmuNobjpgKwmfuw7jmPlwJDRjEFA_Hsd_VgkulT86IWZVV1UeyM6zeVGEgJXPNt4aFjoYHpTy7yaqzF9fDgDOiVhalwmu_HlkwlhaWxilnpKsjsHUSUNser0fp/s200/Nils_Holgerssons_underbara_resa_genom_Sverige.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561471408432887538" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;">Judging by these illustrations you can guess what this story is about: a boy who somehow gets to ride on the back of a goose and travels through Sweden from south to north (and back again). Nils' air-trip with migratory birds is not purely an act of fancy by the author. It is the answer to the need for a new school book about geography for Swedish children. Those who are interested in learning more about the background to this 'writing assignment' can go to this site: 'Background to the commission to write <span style="font-style: italic;">The Wonderful Adventures of Nils</span>', <a href="http://www.sna.se/Holgersson_100ar_commission.html">here</a>.</div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><h3></h3></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTAglFoOJ76Z2M5iDkNXCWVP-wDqCnhEHTFU6rfeGrGKUZYyD4zC_o9JG86ojznF14uV7UrvwJ6kyFCjRPSxqg9OMUZdn_-FTgIrdDH9wG8J9yqUbjmyj1IKsVPs9FURThAe6LgyfcZWV/s1600/carl_larsson.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDTAglFoOJ76Z2M5iDkNXCWVP-wDqCnhEHTFU6rfeGrGKUZYyD4zC_o9JG86ojznF14uV7UrvwJ6kyFCjRPSxqg9OMUZdn_-FTgIrdDH9wG8J9yqUbjmyj1IKsVPs9FURThAe6LgyfcZWV/s200/carl_larsson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561471390779874162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Here is a portrait of Selma Lagerlöf painted by the artist Carl Larsson. And here is a map of Sweden that shows the route that Nils takes on his trip through Sweden.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHOR6OhjyK0JKEljWbASfj-2F6RaFHH3GzomnxiODinxEQjY1uOgsjho0HQHHr2DCt7uEglks_bgX7ZYHVLrfW5mKqQ48oJ5LopwyN77-p2-hf1sihfn6gkJEFYxecG7Ru9gSJf7s18O9/s1600/Holgersson_plansch.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHOR6OhjyK0JKEljWbASfj-2F6RaFHH3GzomnxiODinxEQjY1uOgsjho0HQHHr2DCt7uEglks_bgX7ZYHVLrfW5mKqQ48oJ5LopwyN77-p2-hf1sihfn6gkJEFYxecG7Ru9gSJf7s18O9/s400/Holgersson_plansch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561369058568840578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There is so much written about Selma Lagerlöf and even the novel about Nils Holgersson that I must be selective. This story, about the naughty, lazy boy, Nils, who is magically reduced in size and takes a trip on the back of a goose, is really the framework for many stories as stops along the way to visit different parts of Sweden and learn about geography, packaged with local legends, tales, traditions and folklore.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysLM5HiCiVtnNU1FYBA2W5xpuPXtGze8oWKcE2wYiNSj2yOiuQCFCAMhIZtWaXzeUAtQYVI1eWv2pWbqDFrUwzi6aExQLmTyYtHq9AyIn3FefjkgcXUOmwWDo7EJYIhFE1hRMICTBqpWY/s1600/799px-Nils_holgersson_karlskrona.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysLM5HiCiVtnNU1FYBA2W5xpuPXtGze8oWKcE2wYiNSj2yOiuQCFCAMhIZtWaXzeUAtQYVI1eWv2pWbqDFrUwzi6aExQLmTyYtHq9AyIn3FefjkgcXUOmwWDo7EJYIhFE1hRMICTBqpWY/s400/799px-Nils_holgersson_karlskrona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560274365494689026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Nils Holgersson, statue by Ralf Borselius in </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karlskrona" title="Karlskrona">Karlskrona</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is how the story begins: Nils is left alone at home on the farm, while his parents go to church, leaving him behind to read the Biblical lesson for the day until they return. Nils dozes instead of reading his lesson, and when he wakes up he sees a </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tomte</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > (a small elf-like creature) whom Nils trys to catch in a butterfly-net. He is knocked out by a slap in the face and when he wakes up, he is reduced in size to about three inches tall. The </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tomte</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > is gone, and Nils trys to find him. He goes out to the barn and discovers that he can understand the language of the cows and chickens there. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >But they don't help him. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The chickens are huge but he forgets his change in size and throws a rock at them. They</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > scream and run after him, but stop when the farm cat walks by. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUq6v_DhVrrY0lxj4tBRMFOlicNTwaQwc4aJPM8Qgv6NPi-wRg0OFULPZjVwGEZ2Syu5UAsgzEZVih-S5yznfRq1pwCO6hLzOV1KO10_tGnjdloMgwU4D-eOgK14s1a3r5UjklEus062B/s1600/150px-Selma_Lagerl%25C3%25B6f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUq6v_DhVrrY0lxj4tBRMFOlicNTwaQwc4aJPM8Qgv6NPi-wRg0OFULPZjVwGEZ2Syu5UAsgzEZVih-S5yznfRq1pwCO6hLzOV1KO10_tGnjdloMgwU4D-eOgK14s1a3r5UjklEus062B/s200/150px-Selma_Lagerl%25C3%25B6f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561582617654839282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Selma Lagerlöf</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">This is what happens next (in my English translation):</span></span><br /></div></div><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Dear Kitty', he said, 'You know where every hole and hiding-place is here on the farm, don't you? Would you please tell me where I can find that </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >tomte</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >?'<br /><br />The cat did not answer immediately. He sat down and wrapped his tail in a pretty circle in front of his legs and stared at the boy. He was a large black cat with a white spot on his chest. His coat looked smooth and sleek in the sunshine. His claws were sheathed and his eyes all gray with only very narrow slits in the middle. The cat looked completely pleasant and trustworthy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'I think I know where the little elf lives', he said in a smooth voice, 'but that doesn't mean that I am going to tell you.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'But dear Kitty, you must help me,' the boy said,'Don't you see that he has cast a spell on me?'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The cat opened his eyes a little, so that the green wickedness started to show. He purred and hummed with satisfaction, before he answered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Am I to help you because you have pulled my tail so many times?' he said finally.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It was then that the boy became angry and forgot how little and helpless he had become. 'I can still pull your tail if I want to,' and ran towards the cat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In the next instant, the cat was so completely transformed, that the boy could hardly believe that it was the same animal. Every hair on his body stood straight out. His back was arched, his legs were longer, and his claws scraped the ground. His tail had become short and thick, his ears lay backward, his mouth hissed, and his eyes were wide open and as red as fire. The boy did not want to be threatened by a cat, so he took one step forward. But then the cat lunged toward him, landing on top of the boy, knocking him over. The cat pressed his front paws on his chest and opened his jaws over his throat. The boy <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">felt the sharp claws sink t</span>hrough his vest and shirt to his skin, and how the sharp fangs tickled his throat. He cried out for help as loud as he could. But no one came, and he thought that this was to be his last moment alive. It was then that the cat sheathed his claws and let go of his neck.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDgFRPsOBTflhYIhksS9YpuW6TDralJh98F5jl450LYhEa_a6fX_wFI8ItxeqE9axCMj4zUGyjYvteM-X5I-xf1yLwYRbyehbS-xgxqZptXQ9Fe4CP2f28WgsuuE92Yr-UGR-_bdFAIh2/s1600/235px-Anna_Ollson_-_Selma_Lagerl%25C3%25B6f_1881.jpeg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDgFRPsOBTflhYIhksS9YpuW6TDralJh98F5jl450LYhEa_a6fX_wFI8ItxeqE9axCMj4zUGyjYvteM-X5I-xf1yLwYRbyehbS-xgxqZptXQ9Fe4CP2f28WgsuuE92Yr-UGR-_bdFAIh2/s200/235px-Anna_Ollson_-_Selma_Lagerl%25C3%25B6f_1881.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561582617863034642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Selma Lagerlöf</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'Now then.' he said, 'That's probably enough. I'll let you go this time for the sake of your mother. I just wanted you to know which one of us is in charge now.' And with that, the cat walked away looking just as sleek and gentle as he did before, when he came.</span><br /></blockquote></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmu7-ck4Si_Zir6-8cP_RYsjZ8XYdFj9wOF92bZFiTbosFziYSib4tkC9gpONW7jkasrvWmtsQEnQgY3fnoTyQkFHaujrCZq8gyfQH64yj7UemyI4kBu7hyEEUrxYuJrBPMH0nTtRrlIDy/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmu7-ck4Si_Zir6-8cP_RYsjZ8XYdFj9wOF92bZFiTbosFziYSib4tkC9gpONW7jkasrvWmtsQEnQgY3fnoTyQkFHaujrCZq8gyfQH64yj7UemyI4kBu7hyEEUrxYuJrBPMH0nTtRrlIDy/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561471417340808130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:<br /><a href="http://www.jdaniel4smom.com/">JDaniel4's Mom</a><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><a href="http://www.jdaniel4smom.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Reviews and Giveaways" src="http://i796.photobucket.com/albums/yy247/jdaniel4smom/jdmbutton.png" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts about the letter N, please visit this site by clicking on the image below:</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/01/alphabe-thursdays-letter-n.html#links" target="_blank"><img alt="Jenny Matlock" src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/kha02a/jennysidebar_button_THURS-2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Here is the Swedish orginal text (<a href="http://runeberg.org/nilsholg/k1b.html">source</a>):</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" >Pojken försökte komma undan dem, men hönsen sprungo efter och skreko, så att han höll på att mista hörseln. Han hade väl aldrig sluppit ifrån dem, om inte stugkatten hade kommit gående. Så snart hönsen sågo katten, tystnade de och låtsades inte tänka på annat än att krafsa i jorden efter mask.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" ><br />Pojken sprang genast fram till katten.<br />"Kära du Misse," sade han, "du känner väl till alla vrår och smyghål här på gården? Du får vara snäll och tala om för mig var jag kan finna tomten.<br />"</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" >Katten svarade inte genast. Han satte sig ner, lade svansen prydligt i ring framför benen och stirrade på pojken. Det var en stor, svart katt med en vit fläck i bringan. Håret låg slätt och blänkte i solskenet. Klorna voro indragna, och ögonen voro jämngråa med bara en liten, smal springa mittpå. Katten såg genombeskedlig ut.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" ><br />"Nog vet jag var tomten bor," sade han med len röst, "men inte är det sagt, att jag vill tala om det för dig."</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" ><br />"Kära Misse, du får lov att hjälpa mig," sade pojken. "Ser du inte hur han har förtrollat mig?"</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" ><br />Katten öppnade litet på ögonen, så att den gröna elakheten började lysa fram. Han spann och surrande av belåtenhet, innan han svarade. "Ska jag kanske hjälpa dig, för det att du så ofta har ryckt mig i svansen?" sade han till sist.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" > Då blev pojken ond och glömde alldeles hur liten och maktlös han nu var. "Jag kan allt rycka dig i svansen än en gång, jag," sade han och sprang emot katten.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" > I nästa ögonblick var katten så förändrad, att pojken knappt kunde tro, att det var samma djur. Vartenda hår på hans kropp stod på ända. Ryggen hade krökt sig, benen hade längt sig, klorna skrapade i marken, svansen hade blivit kort och tjock, öronen lade sig bakåt, munnen fräste, ögonen stodo vidöppna och lyste av röd eld.Pojken ville inte låta skrämma sig av en katt, utan tog än ett steg framåt. Men då gjorde katten ett språng, kom ner rätt på pojken, slog omkull honom och ställde sig över honom med framfötterna på hans bröst och gapet öppet över hans strupe.Pojken kände hur klorna trängde genom västen och skjortan in i skinnet, och hur de vassa hörntänderna kittlade strupen. Han skrek på hjälp, allt vad han förmådde.Men ingen kom, och han trodde förvisso, att hans sista stund var inne. Då kände han, att katten drog in klorna och släppte taget om strupen."Så där," sade han, "nu kan det vara nog. Jag ska låta dig slippa undan den här gången för matmors skull. Jag ville bara, att du skulle veta vem av oss två det är, som nu har makten."</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" > Därmed gick katten sin väg och såg lika slät och from ut som nyss, när han kom.</span><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script><br /></div></div>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-53423139663210037842011-01-11T12:27:00.028+01:002011-01-20T11:35:51.218+01:00Z is for Zarah Leander - Mrs Denise Nesbitt's ABC-Wednesday - Round 7 - Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpy1Ox55WL6gWDE0H4oI2Q95rcoX-J6aSTQharfZJmezx9ZfLQGwml4Jv7iK3SA85hQdNgGM390ZmVeJPYVTiGwwmkSSWHlvMQrJZXiF6XMZSVNR9kSp2gjLdE4enOarkV60A2G50yg71_/s1600/200px-Zarah_Leander.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpy1Ox55WL6gWDE0H4oI2Q95rcoX-J6aSTQharfZJmezx9ZfLQGwml4Jv7iK3SA85hQdNgGM390ZmVeJPYVTiGwwmkSSWHlvMQrJZXiF6XMZSVNR9kSp2gjLdE4enOarkV60A2G50yg71_/s400/200px-Zarah_Leander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560150472170795906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Z is for Zarah Leander! I am linking up with Mrs Denise Nesbitt's and other's ABC-Wednesday - Round 7 , now at the very last letter of the alphabet. My Z-word is the name Zarah (Sarah) spelled with a Z. This post is part of my own mini-series about those whose name is Sara(h) like my name, Sara Cat. (Take a peek at some other Saras <a href="http://sarakatt.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-is-for-sara-mrs-denise-nesbitts-abc.html">here</a>.)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Zarah Leander, the famous Swedish actress and singer,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > was born Sara Stina Hedborg, in Karlstad in Värmland, March 15, 1907, and had four older brothers, (the oldest, Jonas Hedberg, living to be 104 years old and died as recently as in December 2007). Zarah's interest for the theatre was awaken early as she walked by the theatre in Karlstad every day on her way to school and admired Gösta Ekman's theatre company.<br /><br />She then studied song in Riga in Latvia (where she learned that she was a contralto, that her voice had an unusually low range). She worked in a</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">n office in Stockholm and then wound up married and as the mother of two children living on her father-in-law's Leander's pastor's residence in Risinge near Finspång in Östergötland.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />When she heard that Ernst Rolf was on his way to Norrköping and that the star of his show on tour, Margit Rosengren was not well, she took this opportunity to realize her dream to become a singer. After auditioning for Ernst Rolf he let her join his company and her debut was in Borås. Leander took over Rosengren's number about Greta Garbo </span><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">"<a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Vill_ni_se_en_stj%C3%A4rna%3F&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Vill ni se en stjärna? [inte skriven än]">Vill ni se en stjärna?</a>" </i><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >(='Would you like to see a star?'). This was 1929. (Later, in the 1950's Zarah Leander would use this song as her own signature-song.) January first 1930, Leander gets her big break at Folkan Theatre in a </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kar_de_Mumma" title="Kar de Mumma">Kar de Mumma</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >-show in Stockholm. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >(This is a rough English translation of Wikipedia's Swedish-language article about Zarah Leander.)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">Wikipedia's English language article summerizes her carreer thus: </span>Leander began her career in the late 1920s, and by the mid 1930s her success in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europe" title="Europe">Europe</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, particularly in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germany" title="Germany">Germany</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > and the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scandinavia" title="Scandinavia">Scandinavian</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > countries, led to invitations to work in the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">United States</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >. Leander was reluctant to relocate her children, and opted to remain in Europe, and from 1936 was contracted to work for the German </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universum_Film_AG" title="Universum Film AG">Universum Film AG</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > (UFA) while continuing to record songs. Leander later noted that while her films were successful, her work as a recording artist was more profitable.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />I continue with my own translation of the Swedish article, which goes into greater detail: </span>In 1931 she played <i><a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glada_%C3%A4nkan" title="Glada änkan">Glada änkan</a> </i>(The Merry Widow) with <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%B6sta_Ekman_d.%C3%A4." title="Gösta Ekman d.ä.">Gösta Ekman</a> in the Municple Concert Hall in Stockholm with arrangments by <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jules_Sylvain" title="Jules Sylvain">Jules Sylvain</a> och <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hanna_Glawaris&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Hanna Glawaris [inte skriven än]">Hanna Glawaris</a>, the part transposed down to Zarah's contralto. It is unclear whether or not the composer, <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Leh%C3%A1r" title="Franz Lehár">Franz Lehár</a>, accepted these changes in his score, but he did not protest.<br /><br />She soon became favourite star of <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Gerhard" title="Karl Gerhard">Karl Gerhard</a> and participated in his shows intil 1936. He wrote specifically for her such songs as <i>'Lysistrate'</i>, <i>'Jag vill ha en gondol'</i> (='<span style="font-style: italic;">I want to have a gondolin'</span>) and <i>'I skuggan av en stövel' ('In the </i>shadow of a boot') which was a sharp protest against the persecution of the Jews in Europe, a song that she chose never to sing again after 1936. She acted in three Swedish films and recorded many songs on records that sold very well. Her dark contralto voice and distinct articulation suited the technical limitations of the grammophone-recordings at that time.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIlzPlTvZKHPVounNtWm4xy3uWb1pHfRZ2M5fiIanUnAk-BGEjJnXvNiF24xk_L3LBBogrVakic5lQAtprCYNgHVKgLUpWLS56v7HzdLgvMZEwcSVnCCAaEf1DlzDjQus_sm2ZYWt7SuX/s1600/220px-Zarah_Leander_1939.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIlzPlTvZKHPVounNtWm4xy3uWb1pHfRZ2M5fiIanUnAk-BGEjJnXvNiF24xk_L3LBBogrVakic5lQAtprCYNgHVKgLUpWLS56v7HzdLgvMZEwcSVnCCAaEf1DlzDjQus_sm2ZYWt7SuX/s200/220px-Zarah_Leander_1939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561237337005829170" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span><p><a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/1931" title="1931"></a></p> <p></p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >In 1936 she played in an operetta by </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Benatzky" title="Ralph Benatzky">Ralph Benatzky</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > and the year after she made her first film in Germany. She remained in Germany to become one of the most popular artists in Nazi Germany. She played in tem films for the Ufa and recorded many songs such as <i>'Ich steh' im Regen'</i>, <i>'Ich weiss es wird einmal ein Wunder gescheh'n'</i>, '<i>Nur nicht aus Liebe weinen'</i> and <i>'Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzählt'</i>.In many of her melodramatic films she became something of a 'kitsch-diva', an image that stayed with her as performer even after the war. She was a box-office-success and public-idol in Germany. In 1940 she signed a two-year contract with UFA and received the highest payment for European film ever paid. She received an honourary grade of colonel of a regement in Germany (source: <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trots_Allt" title="Trots Allt" class="mw-redirect">Trots Allt</a> May 18th, 1940).<br /><br /><br />Zarah's time in Germany in the middle of the ongoing world war was very controversial, but she never did propaganda for the Nazi Regime, other than indirectly, by her presence there. She gave the German people the escape that they wishes for. This was in line with <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Goebbels" title="Joseph Goebbels">Joseph Goebbels</a> plan for cultural politics: to distract people with light entertainment from the greater problems. There was a void to fill after <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marlene_Dietrich" title="Marlene Dietrich">Marlene Dietrich</a> and other film acters left the country. Around 1937, both the Swedish actresses <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingrid_Bergman" title="Ingrid Bergman">Ingrid Bergman</a> and <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signe_Hasso" title="Signe Hasso">Signe Hasso</a> each made a film for Ufa, when Sweden felt too provencial for them, but chose Hollywood instead.</span><p></p> <p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">For Zarah Leander, who spoke fluent German and had two children, Germany was the closest she could come to an international career. Her own explanation was that she was bored with all of the conventional and stereotype roles she was given in Sweden. In Germany, she was given music by the best popular composers there. She liked singing in the German lanuage with its diftongs and consonant sounds. Money was also important in her career choices. She drove a hard bargain with Goebbels. She refused to become a German citizen and demanded that half (53%) of her payment would be paid in Swedish currency to a Swedish bank.</p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The Swedish newspaper </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dagens_Nyheter" title="Dagens Nyheter">Dagens Nyheter</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > reported in 1999 about a find in an archive that seems to show that Zarah Leander did some kind of espionage-assignments for the Russians in Germany. She was supposed to have the cover-name 'Rose Marie'. This information comes from one of the leaders for the Soviet Secret Service, </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavel_Sudoplatov" title="Pavel Sudoplatov">Pavel Sudoplatov</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > just before he died. But this has yet to be proven.</span><br /></p> <p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-weight: bold;"></p> <p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >And to return to Wikipedia's English-language article about Zarah Leander:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > As a result of her controversial choice to work for the state-owned UFA in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adolf_Hitler" title="Adolf Hitler">Adolf Hitler</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'s </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_Reich" title="Third Reich" class="mw-redirect">Germany</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >, her films and song lyrics were viewed by some as </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Propaganda" title="Propaganda">propaganda</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > for the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi" title="Nazi" class="mw-redirect">Nazi</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > cause, although she took no public political position. Leander was strongly criticized as a result, particularly in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweden" title="Sweden">Sweden</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > where she returned after her </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin" title="Berlin">Berlin</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > home was bombed during an </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strategic_bombing" title="Strategic bombing">air raid</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >. Initially she was shunned by much of the artistic community and public in Sweden, and found herself unable to resume her career after the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_World_War" title="Second World War" class="mw-redirect">Second World War</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >. It was several years before she could make a comeback in Sweden, and she would remain a figure of public controversy for the rest of her life.</span> </p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Eventually she returned to performing throughout Europe, but was unable to equal the level of success she had previously achieved. She spent her later years in retirement in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm" title="Stockholm">Stockholm</a>, and died there at the age of 74. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Here is were Wikipedia's English Language Article ends.)</span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture-source: Wikipedia - Zarah Leander in 1949</span></p><p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjMnKkXnozCPj1AkLYKogC21jHSFcMSSef1WL4g71wPrQGl1zYSE9hpaMg4chR34xVQPeyyKh1aTuUrc8LRhZ7_CazonMAE-ga0XKzANH8XxgM2DDhLUCKOmDyGGa5AH_3viyaDloZJ3L/s1600/250px-Leander_1949.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjMnKkXnozCPj1AkLYKogC21jHSFcMSSef1WL4g71wPrQGl1zYSE9hpaMg4chR34xVQPeyyKh1aTuUrc8LRhZ7_CazonMAE-ga0XKzANH8XxgM2DDhLUCKOmDyGGa5AH_3viyaDloZJ3L/s400/250px-Leander_1949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561255965688908306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">My translation of the more detailed Swedish Wikipedia article continues here:</span></p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">It wasn't until 1943 that Zarah Leander returned to Sweden and to the estate <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%C3%B6n%C3%B6" title="Lönö">Lönö</a> in <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/H%C3%A4radshammars_f%C3%B6rsamling" title="Häradshammars församling">Häradshammars parish</a> in <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vikbolandet" title="Vikbolandet">Vikbolandet</a>, in <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%96sterg%C3%B6tland" title="Östergötland">Östergötland</a> that she purchased in 1939. She was shunned by the Swedish theatrical community for several years. She made a sensational comeback in Malmö in 1949, in which she seems to be 'forgiven' and perfomed successfully in theatres and gave concerts in both Sweden, Germany and Austria. One of her hits was <i>'Wunderbar'</i> från <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cole_Porter" title="Cole Porter">Cole Porters</a> musical <i><a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss_Me_Kate" title="Kiss Me Kate" class="mw-redirect">Kiss Me Kate</a></i> 1948. A British musical historian <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kurt_G%C3%A4nzl&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Kurt Gänzl [inte skriven än]">Kurt Gänzl</a> says that he has never heard a so tasteless recording of that song. Zarah liked it very much, and was after that often called 'Den wunderbara Zarah'.</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">The anti-Nazist Karl Gerhard chose to loyally defend her by pointing to the fact that other well-known names in Swedish industry, press and politics were far more deeply involved with the Third Reich, than Zarah. But his attempts to get her for his show for 1944 was not well received with critics such as <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torgny_Segerstedt_%281876-1945%29" title="Torgny Segerstedt (1876-1945)" class="mw-redirect">Torgny Segerstedt</a> and <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl-Adam_Nycop" title="Carl-Adam Nycop">Carl-Adam Nycop</a>, and Karl Gerhard did not dare to work with her until 1952. Then in a show at Cirkus in Stockholm, they played in <i>"Det rara gamla paret från anno dazumal". </i>In 1957, for her 50th birthday, <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%B6sta_Stevens" title="Gösta Stevens">Gösta Stevens</a> wrote a memoir-song to her, without mentioning her career in Germany at all. But in the refrain she repeats again and again: 'Jag har blivit mycket, mycket bättre nu på gamla dar' (='I've improved with age.')</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%B6sta_Rybrant" title="Gösta Rybrant">Gösta Rybrant</a> has written more lyrics for Zarah Leander than anyone else. He gave her the more literary songs such as '<span style="font-style: italic;">Abel</span>', <i>'Det skönaste som livet gav'</i>, <i>'Sång om syrsor'</i> and <i>'Gåtor'. </i>In colabloration with the pianist <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arne_H%C3%BClphers" title="Arne Hülphers">Arne Hülphers</a>, her third husband (from 1956), she developed a dramatic style that is almost as a characture, but with genuine temperment and respect for the text. The best example of her unique style in on a record from her fairwell-concert in the municipal concert hall in Stockholm in 1973.</p><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">The Swedish author, <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bosse_Sch%C3%B6n" title="Bosse Schön">Bosse Schön</a> published in 2008 the book <span style="font-style: italic;">Sanningen om Zarah Leander</span> [approx. '<span style="font-style: italic;">The Truth about Zarah Leander</span>'] focuses on how Zarah was treated by the Swedes after the war. According to Schön, she was badly treated after the war <span style="font-size:78%;">[my English translation]</span><i>:'In post-World War II-Sweden she was shunned and ignored by the Swedish Radio Company, that refused to air her music. But all documents from the Swedish Secret Police shows that every accusasion against her was false, and that she was subjected to ruthless slander. Two police investigations that remained secret until the present, cleared her from all suspicion. She was neither a Nazi or a spy.' <span style="font-size:78%;">[Read the original Swedish quote <a href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zarah_Leander">here</a>.]</span><br /></i></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Read more about Zarah Leander on Wikipedia's page in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zarah_Leander">English</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > and in </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zarah_Leander">Swedish</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.</span><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Purrs,</span><br /></p> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sara Cat</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ledegNnBM8HwRAELa-kG8T1Ay2IYI49KPAhNx5tPQ8KrzKZzCXI32itza4thAPFp3gZl7m8_cPLDd503NdQimwItLzV8mdSufNQsh6cogVCiczYD0fJ68m-PucHgnticpvop5ml_Ipp1/s1600/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ledegNnBM8HwRAELa-kG8T1Ay2IYI49KPAhNx5tPQ8KrzKZzCXI32itza4thAPFp3gZl7m8_cPLDd503NdQimwItLzV8mdSufNQsh6cogVCiczYD0fJ68m-PucHgnticpvop5ml_Ipp1/s200/002-Sar%252BKith+%2526Kin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561219671706661106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >First Commenter:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >XXX</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >To visit other posts about the letter Z, please go to this site by clicking on the image below:<br /><br /></span> </span><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nbxhhBCFkIY5jKGsnl_HVV-nTDyq2BMsUgtyfLUeYcvgeEEngQu8DY2sMoIof8a8jQwNTNKgp-7nnBc84gaWtgsD-T3w93puDIMQrvPz1JFcpLiagSLpE09-Lynm7jj-zaSI2fAMuS-S/s200/ABC+7b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560150660442842754" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=c640365c-cca7-46cf-a9aa-29dd11c392bf&type=website&popup=true&style=rotate"></script><br /><br /><br />Listen to Zarah Leander's voice here:<br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" id="Player_24b7a12d-8a62-41cd-beea-aa5323cffaa9" height="280px" width="336px"> <param name="movie" value="http://ws.amazon.co.uk/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=GB&ID=V20070822%2FGB%2Fsarcatwrisark-21%2F8014%2F24b7a12d-8a62-41cd-beea-aa5323cffaa9&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://ws.amazon.co.uk/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=GB&ID=V20070822%2FGB%2Fsarcatwrisark-21%2F8014%2F24b7a12d-8a62-41cd-beea-aa5323cffaa9&Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" id="Player_24b7a12d-8a62-41cd-beea-aa5323cffaa9" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="Player_24b7a12d-8a62-41cd-beea-aa5323cffaa9" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="280px" width="336px"></embed></object> <noscript><a href="http://ws.amazon.co.uk/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&MarketPlace=GB&ID=V20070822%2FGB%2Fsarcatwrisark-21%2F8014%2F24b7a12d-8a62-41cd-beea-aa5323cffaa9&Operation=NoScript">Amazon.co.uk Widgets</a></noscript>Sara Katthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01642051500349373788noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124210820167597418.post-90230496934664352062011-01-10T12:04:00.002+01:002011-01-13T04:58:49.260+01:00A Winter Cat Treasury on Etsy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNk16leoTlgMx5K7iGwgaAjzVrUQB2Tuti9cyemhcU2GKOmZ5Cyt2zZK7Q1LjLvLQvDCOvOXkRNANvBGQUXDdF36K1O4mKb6Y8uvjxGUfAl09am1RzpQf0mDGrWsWYDVP560Q7LzrqSXg/s1600/023-Utsikt+fr%25C3%25A5n+f%25C3%25B6nstret.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">For Fluffy Friday, I would like to report that life is not all just 'fluffiness' for a blogger-jewellery-designing cat. Sometimes I have to work really hard at this!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Purrs,<br /></div>Sara Cat<br /></div><br /><center><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.meowdiaries.com/2009/12/first-fluffy-friday.html"><img src="http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd98/Genie_Princess/fluffy-friday.png" /></a></div>Share your fluffy friends with us every Friday! Whether it's a favourite stuffed toy or an adorable pet - basically anything fluffy, we'd love to see your pictures & stories! Leave <span style="font-weight: bold;">ONLY</span> the <span style="font-weight: bold;">POST URL</span> here and grab the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fluffy Friday</span> badge at <a href="http://www.meowdiaries.com/">Meow Diaries</a>. 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