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Halibut's tastes are savory salty campy

You may think that Halibut is only interested in blood, bone, and the chewy bits between. But no. Halibut occasionally drops in on theology, poetry, and amusing songs. The spectacle of human fooling about and dabbling around divert him from his relentless round of bloodsport. The singer Max Raabe, for instance, is very much to his taste. (And, yes, I also know the version by that other human, Freddie Mercury.)




Also excellent is "Klonen kann sich lohnen". Tiere, Obst, und Bohnen -- und Personen!

(Aber Katzen nicht, natürlich.)

Halibut goes back to poetry

I wandered through the sitting room on the way to use the bog and overheard a dreary piece of human noise called the Inaguration Poem. Halibut, and quite a number of discerning humans, have commented on this (see above).

Giant Rat Dinner

This is Mallomys Giant Rat, weighing in at 1.4 kg and found in the Foja Mountains of Indonesia. Some might say that the fur should be removed before consumption, but I prefer a variety of contrasting textures.

Ratless in Alberta

Trust me to live in the only rat-free place on earth. Not that I lack rodents. The feeders stocked for the viewing pleasure of B & G sustain my tender fatlings, those that creep as those that fly. But what fun it would be to stop a greasy rat under my claws! They say that a rat can scale a brick wall and push its body through a quarter-sized hole. You can flush it down the toilet, only to find it swimming back up to bite your arse. Feed them anticoagulants: they'll belch and ask for seconds. They laugh at traps. They dance on bedsheets in the watches of the night and bite the ends of your toes.

A long luscious rat tail is naked and smooth. In my dreams, I crunch and slurp, segment by segment.

Does Halibut return?

Gooney asks why I haven't posted anything since the end of May. (May, season of plumpness. Tender chicks that melt beneath the tooth ...)

Well, Gooney. Disgust. Simple, uncomplicated existential disgust.