If you like British humour, have a look at this article on the website of The Independent: click HERE.

You can read an article on Zach King on the website of the Independent: click HERE.

It is Mother’s Day today in the US and Canada. Have fun with this song:

It is not the latest news anymore but the article from The Local is funny, especially just before the oral part of the baccalauréat. Click HERE to have access to the article and the video on The Local.

A dog’s diary

8 :00 am  – Dog food ! My favorite thing !

9 :30 am  – A car ride ! My favorite thing !

9 :40 am  – A walk in the park ! My favorite thing !

10 :30 am  – Got rubbed and petted ! My favorite thing !

12 :00 pm  – Milk bones ! My favorite thing !

1 :00 pm  – Played in the yard ! My favorite thing !

3 :00 pm  – Wagged my tail ! My favorite thing !

5 :00 pm  – Dinner ! My favorite thing !

7 :00 pm  – Got to play ball ! My favorite thing !

8 :00 pm  –  Wow ! Watched TV with the people ! My favorite thing !

11 :00 pm  – Sleeping on the bed ! My favorite thing !

A cat’s diary :

Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me doing is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded… I must try this at the top of the stairs.

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair… must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm… not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing « allergies ». Must learn what this is and to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced that the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other paw, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait. It is only a matter of time.