I am sorry that you will now have to type a security word to comment. I am hoping that this will solve the issue of a certain repeat spammer who shall remain nameless so as to let them slink away, tail between their legs, in due shame and obscurity. I do not wish to advertize this business by referring to it by name or with any quote from it’s spam.

Why is Comment Spam not appreciated?

1) Putting ads in my back history of over a year ago, to increase someone else’s hits from search engines is sneaky piggybacking. I will not allow my space to be misdirected someone else’s interests.

2) If CompanyX had wished to pay me to run ads for it, that may have been entertained and a positive and mutually profitable relationship may have been cultivated.

At this point, after them having used this spam route, it is unlikely that companyX could convince me that the lack of ethics and lack of concern for others would not extends to the customer base. I would not back a bad product as that weakens my reputation.

3) It takes a great deal of the joy out of blogging to spend my creativity to write a post and have my message glibly ignored and a company’s generic message rudely imposed on my personal web space. Ingenuine compliments by the dozen are scarcely more maddening than generic insults by the dozen that other spammers use.

4) I do wish to spend my time dealing with the lack of respect embodied by spam in my comment fields. While it is not extra effort for me to add a captcha, it does penalize the good readers who have been coming in good faith to spend more of their time, squinting their eyes because of the wrongdoing of a corporate other.

5) If I wanted to listen to intrusive noise from others at unappreciated times, that niche would already be ably in paw thanks to my ignoble colleague of little brain.

We now return you to your regular programming.

Did you see the good taste showed by Wikipedia a few days ago in their Feature story? Trying ti highbrow to a distinguished audience no doubt.

“What did you do?” those were the words that ran through my mind as I saw Ms Zhou do a low guilty run diving to her hidng spot. But the closet door was closed. Thwarted she ran for the book room but i too was shut off. As a last resort she headed for under the couch. Whatever she had done she was sure she would get in trouble for. Going back to the source of where she ran from, I soon discovered her faux-pas. Her paws in attempting to cover her mess had got mixed and she had tossed the wrong part, and right out of the box,

Is it your birthday? No, I guess it’s really really late. I can’t email you tuna but I can point you to a BD card

That’s me. Turn, turn, turn
pad down the duvet until I’ve made
a sweet spot for me and my tail
over my nose, ready to dose
in the radiating waves of heat
from tom and jane’s legs.

plink, bip.

My ears nearly hit the ceiling. A bumble bee is bouncing its noz against the window glass. O bet I could eat it without getting stung. I bet I could.

I really have to watch these people. I eat a little less and they snatch me off to the doctor. I am normal. No fever, no weight loss. Did you really need to take more blood.

Sensitive imaginative creatures, these. It’s my colleague that needs looking after, not me.

My colleague is having a good day, which is to say she didn’t yowl and hiss and bite her tail. She didn’t barrell down on me when I attempt to eat and shoulder me out of the way. She did leave a no-no under the chair but I don’t thing tom and jane have found it yet. They will before long I’m afraid.

I feel yucky. No food appeals and when it does that freight train of an oaf of Ms Zhou comes barrelling down on me so fast that I can’t even eat. She’s going to break her teeth right off the way she attacks a bowl of food like that. She can go away now.

The hairless tom has come home. He has exercised a lot. He smells. He falls on the bed and goes to near sleep immediately. Being kind and sweet I cuddle up, wait to be fed, hold myself over by licking the sweat off the wet back of his shirt, his fingers. Yum, salt.

The hairless jane had a bad dream. She was twitching in her sleep. From my bedside perch, at first I thought she was having a pleasant run but then her eyes flew open and she meowed. Well, like meowed. She go straight out of bed and ran to my colleague and began giving her odd-houred affection. Not that she protested. I followed her out and watched the two for a while. When she went back to bed, I conferred with my colleague but she didn’t know what that was about. We watched the closed bedroom door for a while before we shook off the mood with a good chase.