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ee i > pet ---- 2, News, Wednesday, December 2 e 1988 Page 4, News, Wednesday, December 21, 1988 The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by Laurentian Publishing Limited, Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ont., POT-2WO Tel.: 807-825-3747. Second class mailing permit 0867. Member of the er Assn. and the Canadian Community eo De apipaniaal Single copies 40 cents. Subscription rates: $15 per year / $25 two years (local) and $21 per year (out of town). Ontario Community Newspap Newspaper Assn. -------- General Managet......Paul Marcon EGCitO.....-+0+0+++++----+.David Chmara Admin. Asst..........Gayle Fournier Production Asst...Carmen Dinner Cat's are cute but can be troublesome as well Last week, I sane sat Paul and Carmen's cat, Molson, for awhile. It was pee because the cat is" so cute, and also because 'm starting to miss the pets I left back home. Cats can be a pain though. Their curiosity con- stantly has them trying your patience--oF is it their stubbornness. They always seem to get into things you don't want them to get into, no matter how many times you tell them not to. Even so, I think I'll probably pick myself up a cat when I go home for Christmas. I'll have to think long and hard to come up with a unique name for the animal. I like the name Molson, and my last cat's name was Defect. I don't really care for "cute" names like Sapphire or Princess. Garfield is a good name and that cat's creator cer- tainly must be making a bundle. This brings me to ponder over the demise of the dog as being man's best friend. The cat definitely seems to have taken over this position. It makes me wonder what has brought about this change. Could it be today's lifestyle? There are many sin- gle aie le, and couples too in which both partners work. With a cat, you can feed it in the morning, and i it until you come home at supper -~ no prob- ems. A dog however, makes this situation harder. A dog must be walked and let out with more frequency than cats so you're more tied down with a dog. ' _ With a cat, if you want to g° away for a weekend, : just leave it enou h food and water, and a clean lit- The Terrace Bay | Schreiber News encourage you to ter box, and they're set. Maybe it's because of their |send letters to the editor. Such letters are a way to independent nature. I don't know. . . fai . , voice concerns, interest, appreciation, questions, or A dog on the other hand, makes even this short |-mments on anything of public interest trip impossible unless you have somebody to look They are a privilege of democracy and a way to pos- after your pet while youre away. : 5 Cats are being seen with increasing regularity on sibly bring about change for the better. They can be used to create'discussion or debate, provoke new television commercials too. . om ' niliiae 'There's Morris the Cat, who has been replaced a thoughts or ideas, lift spirits, constructively criticize, number of times. They're in all sorts of o. er prod- jor inspire others. uct commercials as well. Now fast food chains are Send your letter to the editor to; We Loneliesr DOORMAN IN JowN iy The Kinna-Aweya legal clinic will be closed from December 24 to January 2 inclusive. The' Marathon office will] open Tuesday, January 3 at 9 a.m. oe using gre in py promoters pee eee The Editor Should you require legal! ne thing though, cats shou n't be given as Terrace Bay | Schreiber News : : : Christmas presents. Wait until after Christmas and | Box 579 Y assistance during this give it serious thought. They do require care and Terrace Bay, Ont. time call collect to the attention and can epyou patience at the best of POT 2WO lawyer referral service at times. Believe me. olson"s been here only three Please include your name, address and phone num- ber so that we may verify authorship of letters. 0-416-947-3330. hours and tried mine. That's why she's downstairs now in Paul and Carmen's apartment, and why I'm having second thoughts about getting a cat, despite their cuteness "What happened next?" asks Arthur chappie by the name of Sir here we are in Prime Minister's campaign Well, December, entering the home stretch. 1988 is about to be trussed up and slung into the ash can of history, and that makes me panicky. I'm not ready to retire this year yet. Too much unfinished business. It's not just the 10 pounds I swore I'd lose or the books I vowed to read. It's all these newspaper stories I collected over the past 11 months. Little items that would appear in the paper and make you think "Holy Smoke! Isn't that incredible?" I'd cut the story out and wait to see what happened next. Nothing happened. The story was never mentioned again. Which leaves me with a large and mostly-useless collection of stories I wish I'd heard the end of. Stories like, well, the giant worm of Canterbury for instance. A wildlife park in southeast England has what's left of quite possibly a world record earthworm. A camera crew from worm when it croaked and began to break up. "But the head section lived," explained Park Boss Alan Breeze inexplicably, "and I have placed it into a heated tank with some high-quality earth in the hope that it will grow again." That's the last I ever read about the giant Canterbury worm. Guess I'll have to wait for the Stephen King movie. Then there was that scientific experiment in New Zealand. China shop proprietor Grant Burnett said he was tired of wondering what a bull in a china shop would actually do. "He will find out on June 16," says the newspaper clipping "with a borrowed Hereford weighing about one tonne." . Did the bull trash the joint or tip toe through without so much as rattling the Wedgewood? Search me. Never heard or read another word about the affair. Pity. I was looking forward to a series of follow-up experiments Sg ee ie Bes tle ene catching tigers by their tails. There was another unfinished news story somewhat closer to home: -- from the lobby of Vancouver's Four Seasons Hotel, as a matter of fact, where, if you ~\ Arthur Black happened to be passing through during the last election campaign, you might have seen a beet-faced hotel manager screaming into 4 telenhone. entourage which had checked out of the Four Seasons minutes earlier. The manager's problem? Well, the folks with the PM had checked out more than their bags it seems. Missing were 31 fluffy guest bathrobes -- you know, the expensive ones, with the hotel logo on the pocket? (Brian and Mila, I hasten to add, were above suspicion in this cheesey caper. The culprits appear to be the scurvy media jackals travelling with the PM's party.) How about it? Did the embarrassed hacks and flacks cough up their purloined bathrobes or did the hotel have to bill them? Did the thieves pay? Did their cheques bounce? Beats me. There was no follow-up story. Which is not surprising when you consider that the folks who write follow up stories might well have had a... err... - divested interest, so to speak. Let me finish with my favourite unfinished story of Spa en ee ee, eed Ranulph Twisleton-Wykeham- Fennes. Yes, that is his real name. Sir Ranulph is a throwback to the old Lawrence of Arabia school of adventurism. A former officer of the British Commandos, Sir Ranulph is always haring off somewhere to climb a mountain or shoot some rapids or hack his way through a spot of jungle. Last winter, he announced plans to hike 425 miles across our Arctic to the North Pole. He didn't make it. Only managed 45 miles, before the expedition had to be aborted. All because of a urine sample. On what turned out to be the last day of the expedition Sir Ranulph was doing his duty into a glass vial. The temperature was -56 Celsius. Sir Ranulph, stiff upper-lippedly, "which led to an unfortunate frost-nip situation." Sir Ranulph may yet make it into the 1988 record books. As the only human to take a more disastrous urine test than Ben Johnson.