A lot of dead animals and a little blue plastic cow

I spent most of the day in Edinburgh which is a pretty glorious city. I went to a museum and ...well...what is this fascination with stuffed animals all about? The Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum around the corner in Glasgow is also filled with them, but Edinburgh wins this one. Hundreds of them! Bears, foxes, fish, lions, tigers, rabbits, squirrles, seals, leopards, polar bears, a rhino, monkeys, birds, turtles etc etc etc. CRAZY, especially since Edinburgh has a zoo, wouldn't it be nicer to see those creatures alive? Walking through rooms filled with dead animals is strangely disturbing and ever so creepy. I was glad to see some fish swimming about in a little fountain type thingy.

Speaking of dead animals, I just realised that I have not eaten meat in ten years. Maybe that should make me feel healthy but it just makes me feel old. It means that for ten whole years everytime I was ill my mum has said "maybe just fish, please?" The good thing is that I qualified to look at a nice "big double room in vegetarian flat" in Edinburgh, which was the reason for the little excursion. It was a very nice room in a very nice area, and in the tree outside of the window was a very nice (refreshingly alive) squirrel. I like squirrels very much, I don't have a garden. I was told those two things ALWAYS go hand in hand.

I forgot to buy a pen in the museum shop despite looking around in it. I blame that German lady who was also browsing until she discoverd a little blue plastic cow and yelled "That is exactly what I need!"...what on earth do you need a little blue plastic cow for? I was tempted to buy a little blue plastic cow myself just to figure out what you need a little blue plastic cow for. Unfortunately I did not buy a little blue plastic cow and now it bugs me tremendously. It was exactly was she needed as well. Does that mean a little blue plastic donkey or a little green plastic cow would have been altogether wrong and useless? Here's a thought...maybe she has a strange connection to Franz Marc and is trying to work something out...but Marc's cow was yellow and the pony was blue...what is she up to?