JAGUARS

No, not the automobile.

Jaguars (the cat) are indigenous to areas in Mexico, Central America and South America.  Unfortunately, over the years civilization has encroached on the habitats of these (and other) animals to the point that the various groups are separated and cannot interbreed.  In fact there was a point where scientist thought that different jag groups were different subspecies.  Only recently it has been determined that the various sub-units belong to the same group (or whatever scientists call such a grouping).  Now there is an effort underway to create a jaguar ‘highway’ so that these cats can mix with one another.

The above information and the photos that follow come from the Smithsonian magazine.

Remarkable photo!

The magazine text said that this cat was yawning.  I wouldn't want to be around to check that out!

My, what big teeth you have, grandma!

You might be getting the idea that I like cats.  They are gorgeous animals.

Fun --

WHAT’S FOR DINNER?

A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family doctor to discuss the problem. The doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. "Here's what you do," said the Doctor. “Stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone, see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."


 That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens." Then in a normal tone he asks, “Honey, what's for dinner?" No response. So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife, and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?" Still no response. Next, he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again he gets no response. So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet  away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no response. So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"
"Ralph, for the FIFTH  time, CHICKEN!"