Half a century ago, Belgian Zoologist Bernard Heuvelmans first codified cryptozoology in his book On the Track of Unknown Animals.

The Centre for Fortean Zoology (CFZ) are still on the track, and have been since 1992. But as if chasing unknown animals wasn't enough, we are involved in education, conservation, and good old-fashioned natural history! We already have three journals, the largest cryptozoological publishing house in the world, CFZtv, and the largest cryptozoological conference in the English-speaking world, but in January 2009 someone suggested that we started a daily online magazine! The CFZ bloggo is a collaborative effort by a coalition of members, friends, and supporters of the CFZ, and covers all the subjects with which we deal, with a smattering of music, high strangeness and surreal humour to make up the mix.

It is edited by CFZ Director Jon Downes, and subbed by the lovely Lizzy Bitakara'mire (formerly Clancy), scourge of improper syntax. The daily newsblog is edited by Corinna Downes, head administratrix of the CFZ, and the indexing is done by Lee Canty and Kathy Imbriani. There is regular news from the CFZ Mystery Cat study group, and regular fortean bird news from 'The Watcher of the Skies'. Regular bloggers include Dr Karl Shuker, Dale Drinnon, Richard Muirhead and Richard Freeman.The CFZ bloggo is updated daily, and there's nothing quite like it anywhere else. Come and join us...

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Sunday, July 18, 2010


ROBERT SCHNECK WRITES: I'm glad Biggles is feeling better. I once got my Cairn terrier's stomach pumped after she ate mothballs that someone left outside to drive away skunks (at least I assume that's why they were out there).

After the doctor gave her back to us, he presented us with a Bart Simpson puppet that she had swallowed at some earlier time.


Corinna said...

Eeew what did you do with it? No doubt she denied all knowledge of ever seeing it before?

Bi-Colored-Python-Rock-Snake said...

Actually, the vet asked for it. The clinic has a bulletin board where they display the more interesting odds and ends that come out of their patients.

How she swallowed it is beyond me. It was a thick rubber head the size of a handball with that spiky Bart Simpson hair on top and Possum (my Cairn was named Possum) managed to get it down. The strange part is that she couldn't swallow the smallest pill if it wasn't wrapped in a half-pound of peanut butter.