squeamish little cats

It all started with a squeamish cat, named…Nipper. That cat caused killer fog to surround London.  Because he clawed open a gas tank and that was really really ridiculously bad. And then he ate it. And somehow he got the Minamata disease, even though he was nowhere near China. Meanwhile, you’re sitting in your living room, waiting for Phineas and Ferb to start, when all of a sudden you see this squeamish cat…. And it’s charging right for you, which is very strange because you have never owned a cat in your life and how would he even get into your house? Well, it doesn’t matter because he’s there now. So what do you do? You put him in a room full of rocking chairs, because you know how nervous that makes a cat.. you know when their tails get stuck under a rocking chair… thing…leg….whatever? Then you pack up your belongings and book it out the door so you can catch the midnight train…..going anyyyywwhhheeerre. 

            Later that night the squeamish cat found its way out of the room full of rocking chairs because it’s sly…. All cats are sly… what did you expect? They’re like little…..stealthy beasts…. Anyways, he’s roaming the streets like a crazed monster high on cat nip or something… but really it’s the Minamata disease that I talked about earlier… it gives you these weird epileptic …symptoms. By the way you never ended up going on that midnight train.. you were late by 5 minutes.. so you came back home only to find that the squeamish cat was eating your nachos. You confront him and all he says is “look what the cat dragged in” and you give him a puzzled look, then say “why would you say that? You’re a cat…” and then the cat books it out the door like there’s no tomorrow.  You never see that cat again, but it makes you realize that there’s nothing good about a cat, especially if they’re squeamish, so you make a pact: Never ever in a million years will I EVER buy a cat.

            The next day, Nipper was out for a stroll, twitching as usual, when he came across an aardvark. His name was Ted, and he too had been encountered by the killer fog. Nipper decided to leave out the fact that it was him who had created this killer fog, as to not cause an epic brawl… in which the aardvark would assumingly beat him. Aardvarks are tough… you should know that. They ended up becoming great pals… until they hated each other.

THE END

KILLER FOG!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The Killer Fog of 1952 took place in London, England on December 5th and was an environmental disaster that took up to 12 000 lives within approximately a week. The Fog affected many and left just as quickly as it came. In the beginning though 900 lives were taken per day. London seems to have a history of having a thick smog in the heart of the city- in other years the smog tended to be worse in winter months do to the burning of coal for heat. The fog of 1952 was a combination of Carbon dioxide, hydrochloric acid, fluorine compounds and sulphuric acid that clung to water particles in the air to form the deadly fog. Problems were further compounded by the anticyclone hanging over London - which is a system of rotating winds that pushed air downwards and trapped the smoke over the city thus  preventing it from disappearing. The first victims of the Killer Fog were young children, elderly, and the weak or already ill people of London.  The citizens of London were still feeling the affects of the fog even after it left and people were still dieing. Now, 50 years later the Killer fog of 1952 is known as the most fatal environmental story EVER!

Canadian ID Test

Q: What makes you Canadian?  How is your "Canadian-ness" shown in your daily life?  If you are not Canadian, think of the people you see around you everyday and apply these questions to them.  Write at least 150 words in your blog explaining how you or the people around you express Canadian-ness.  A one sentence answer will not do it here.  You may refer to any information on the class blog to support what you have to say.

A: Being Canadian isn't the way you act or the things you do, it's just being a part of a country full of freedom, multiculturalism, pride and acceptance. I am Canadian because I live in Canada, I am accepted, I am free, I treat everyone fairly, and I love my country. It's not how often I apologize, or how much I say "eh," or how I love beavers and moose, or how much I eat maple syrup. It's just the fact that I live in this beautiful country as a proud citizen. Our nation was created without a revolution, in peace, making us a peaceful country. We are a tri cultural society, and we accept each others cultures. This is what makes not only me, but everyone in this counrty, a Canadian.