sunday at the zoo
sometimes it helps doing something quite normal to help keeping the boredom at bay. like going to the city zoo on a sunday afternoon. take yer mammy along, too. it's something parents should do (and how they all did... it felt like half the city with kids <10 were running around there, watching the seals and lions and what-have-ya while trying to prevent their offspring stagediving into the penguin pond or getting trampled by the buffalo herd.
anyways, me good ole mammy and me walked around, watched the seals getting fed and walked on to the coati-mundi. in case you don't know what that is: they look like cats with a long, long nose and a long bushy tail. check them out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coatimundi
they're quite cute, running around like cats on lsd, jumping on and off their play-trees. they had quite a litter of young with them, I had to resist the temptation of grabbing one and taking it home. heh.
we kept on talking about whatever popped up, saying hello to the chamoises, monkeys and some birds and had a look at 2 tired fat brown bears.
"ooh ain't those cute and cuddly" says mum.
"well... they're killer machines. you go give 'em a big hug, they'll shred ya to pieces and have lunch of you" okay, I am mean at times.
hehehehe
past the snowowls.
"harry P. has one of those!" I exclaim in mock laughter.
she only shakes her head and chuckles.
anyways... I already notice how this story is actually a lot lamer than I thought in the beginning, I'll just shorten it down with we had cappuccino and grinned at parents with screaming, hysteric toddlers and went off to sit with the lions.
"did you know" asks mother "last year, they had brought in a "new" jaguar male, and even though they tried to get him used to the rest of the group, one afternoon it decided it didn't like one of the jaguar girls and jumped it in front of the eyes of quite a crowd of little kids and clawed the living daylights out of the other cat, killed it right there and then. when someone managed to get a cat-minder around to help, there was nothing that could be done about it."
I shudder and grin and we walk off to the exit where I buy the kids of her friend 2 little carved wooden seals as presents. right after having "gotten" myself on the back of the pants because the toilet was crap. if you get my drift. only happens when ya wear sandy-brown fatigues. and here I thought I was potty-trained. oh well.
heh.
we walk home back to my house, which is a nice little 30-minutes stroll through a couple of parks and backstreets while I tell her how annoyed I am over the fact that I'm superwoman noone seems to get interested in seeing more of me.
we get back to my place and I spoil her with a footbath, giving her a footmassage, dinner (she gets to choose from 2 menus, already cooked and waiting in the fridge, only needs to be nuked) and a ramazotti on ice/lemon slice after that. she calls her friend twice to brag.
since it was mum's first holiday day, I think it's just right to give her some treat. I didn't have an easy childhood, but she tried her best.
;o)
anyways, me good ole mammy and me walked around, watched the seals getting fed and walked on to the coati-mundi. in case you don't know what that is: they look like cats with a long, long nose and a long bushy tail. check them out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coatimundi
they're quite cute, running around like cats on lsd, jumping on and off their play-trees. they had quite a litter of young with them, I had to resist the temptation of grabbing one and taking it home. heh.
we kept on talking about whatever popped up, saying hello to the chamoises, monkeys and some birds and had a look at 2 tired fat brown bears.
"ooh ain't those cute and cuddly" says mum.
"well... they're killer machines. you go give 'em a big hug, they'll shred ya to pieces and have lunch of you" okay, I am mean at times.
hehehehe
past the snowowls.
"harry P. has one of those!" I exclaim in mock laughter.
she only shakes her head and chuckles.
anyways... I already notice how this story is actually a lot lamer than I thought in the beginning, I'll just shorten it down with we had cappuccino and grinned at parents with screaming, hysteric toddlers and went off to sit with the lions.
"did you know" asks mother "last year, they had brought in a "new" jaguar male, and even though they tried to get him used to the rest of the group, one afternoon it decided it didn't like one of the jaguar girls and jumped it in front of the eyes of quite a crowd of little kids and clawed the living daylights out of the other cat, killed it right there and then. when someone managed to get a cat-minder around to help, there was nothing that could be done about it."
I shudder and grin and we walk off to the exit where I buy the kids of her friend 2 little carved wooden seals as presents. right after having "gotten" myself on the back of the pants because the toilet was crap. if you get my drift. only happens when ya wear sandy-brown fatigues. and here I thought I was potty-trained. oh well.
heh.
we walk home back to my house, which is a nice little 30-minutes stroll through a couple of parks and backstreets while I tell her how annoyed I am over the fact that I'm superwoman noone seems to get interested in seeing more of me.
we get back to my place and I spoil her with a footbath, giving her a footmassage, dinner (she gets to choose from 2 menus, already cooked and waiting in the fridge, only needs to be nuked) and a ramazotti on ice/lemon slice after that. she calls her friend twice to brag.
since it was mum's first holiday day, I think it's just right to give her some treat. I didn't have an easy childhood, but she tried her best.
;o)
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