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Bella the Cat

We live in city rise and got a new pet kitten a couple of years ago. Bella was lovely but she had a tendency to wander.... and not just to the next door neighbours. After finding her by chance a couple of times I put my cellphone number on her collar. The calls would come in the middle of the day or the middle of the night - she followed someone to the exchange, to Harvey Normans, into a childcare centre and to a night club on George St! The amazing thing was that every time people would ring me and look after her until I could pick her up. I would arrive at someones house to find Bella snuggled up on their couch. I'm not sure if she doesn't wander now or whether she just finds her way home but I will always be grateful for all those people who made the effort to help her get home.

Peter Harris

Pilots Beach

We have an area here in Dunedin called Pilots Beach where you can view many seals. One nature trip I was guiding had two girls from Holland on board saw these seals "can we go swimming here?" "Yes it's a popular swimming beach" I replied before I could say any more, they stripped of naked and when swimming with the seals much to the delight of the male passengers. This area is now closed off to vehicle access because of the larger number of little Blue Penguins breading here. Whoever said driving a tourist van was not interesting! "Back To Nature Tours" had a whole new meaning believe me.

Trevor Lewis

Polar Plunge

I like to think that the number 2 is lucky for me. Which goes back to the first and only ever time I took part in the mid-winter Polar Plunge at St Clair Beach.The ping pong balls had been released from the helicopter hovering overhead and I struggled to grab even one amongst the frenzy that ensued as people splashed around to claim their haul of the tiny wee balls.

Never one for lolly scrambles, and obviously lacking in the survivor instinct required to come out on top in such events, I gave up and empty-handed, headed back to the beach. Just as I came out of the surf I spotted one small ping pong ball bobbing in the waves lapping the sand. Number '222'.

As soon as I picked it up I felt like a winner. At least I would have something to show for my fully-clothed dip into the icy waters. Sure enough, when I went to redeem my prize, it turned out that number '222' was for one of the major prizes of the day - a coffee maker.

Absolutely chuffed with myself, I took my prize home to show Mum, only to have her tell me off for going into salt water in my good Tamahine woollen jersey. She was right in the end - as Mum's always are, the jersey was never quite the same.

Looking back now though, we still have some laughs about it...and over some pretty good coffee.

Lucy Gibson