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A big black bear was forced up a tree - twice - by the family pet, a tabby cat called Jack. The terrified bear was only able to make its escape when the owner Donna Dickey called the hissing cat into the house.


Another case is : A mountain lion found it was no match for a Jack Russell terrier which trapped it up a tree on a farm in the US state of South Dakota.


Amazing, isn't it? :P

Sometimes I feel I was born to be a cook

So today I decided to try making gajar ka halwa. Series of events, starting with my falling sick a few weeks back, led to this. Well, when I fell sick, I bought milk (as milk and bread is the only thing I willingly eat then). So then a few weeks later, I realized I still had almost the entire carton of milk left. So I decided to make khoya out of it. So then the khoya tasted not so nice as it was the carton milk one and very fake (despite the claim that it was made from real Australian cows). So then today I went to Nanyang and saw carrots there, aur mera maatha thanka aur maine kaha, bas ab toh ho jaaye :P

So I called mum up to get instructions, and the rest of the story shall be told in pictures.

This is grated carrots. I obviously grated part of my thumb in the process too.

Then I boiled the grated carrots in the microwave. Then to get the water out of them, I put it in cloth and nichodo-fied.

This is what the gajar looks like after it has been nichodo-fied.

Then bhoono-fy it in desi ghee in the saucepan.

Then put milk in, and cook it for about an hour, so that most of the water evaporates.

And this is what it becomes.

Garnish it with some clover and cardamom. And lo and behold, we have something awesome to eat! :D

Dear Lizard

Dear Lizard who's been on my table for weeks now and is still not dead, yet likes to sit on my table and stare at me all day, hardly moving an inch in the whole day,
I have come to accept you as part of my day now. You remind me to not leave any food lying open on the table, for fear that you may decide to be less lethargic and delve into it.

I apologise for that time when I thought you were dead because you hadn't moved even a leg in a week and tried to shove you down a poly bag using a broom. If you will forgive me, I will also try to get past the mini-heartattack you gave me when you suddenly jumped up on being touched.

I try to hide you behind my calendar, so I do not have to peer into the icy depths of your clear bright black eyes. I must admit, I am a little creeped out by you.

But you are teaching me to appreciate other living beings too. Though I would have been more pleased if you were more active, and would do me the kind service of eating up the insects that fly into my room without fail everyday, unless I keep the windows and door closed and suffocate myself to death.

I do think that I will miss you when you finally decide to walk towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

The hamster experience

So I agreed to take in 4 hamsters from my friend’s friend for the duration that he was going back to his home country, 2 males, 2 females, one male-female couple in each cage. Today morning I returned him 3 of them. No-no I did not decide to keep 1 for myself, 1 died. Stupid thing.

I have no idea how. 1 night they were both fighting, next morning I wake up and 1 is dead. Lying there. Flat. Fur standing. Dead.

As you can see, I'm obviously not an ardent animal lover. I can watch little puppies from far away and yelp how cute they are, but don’t bring anything near me. If I’d thought that taking in pets, if only for a few days, would be a good experience, I was obviously mistaken. After one had died, I used to check first thing in the morning that the remaining three were alive. Would move the cage even if they were sleeping to ensure they were moving. And of course to check that there were still three inside and they had not escaped. Considering how they are highly active nocturnal creatures, who used to wake me up so many times at night. I was in constant fear that they would escape from the cage and I would wake up to find one sitting on my blanket staring at me.

Plus I had a dream the other night that when I opened the cage door for a split second, the hamster escaped and I was chasing after it in my room. And finally managed to capture it in that green ball thingie. And it started going round and round in it very fast so that I found it very difficult to hold on. Weird.
Glad to say, they’re gone now. I can go back to a hamster-stench free room. With no one to ruin my night’s sleep.

But all said and done, I think I’ll miss them. Miss having something alive in my room. After all they weren’t all that bad company.