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7 life lessons learned from my cat

She just entered the house as a stray cat and immediately became the queen of it.


My stray cat who I named”Nasty”. It truly reflected her personality at the time.

I am often thinking about renaming her after all these years. But that might encourage her to become nasty again, which would require me to rename her for the second time. I deem it unnecessary exercise, not to mention the bureaucracy that might lead to.

Nasty is a very independent cat and a sort of a cat-philosopher. Merely by observing her I have learned many things about life. Seeing that she will not become literate enough to write a book any time soon, I have decided to voice her life views in this post.

Life lesson 1: Boredom does not exist.

Boredom is just the result of a tired mind, which is unwilling to explore, observe or learn. Look around! There is always some new sound, smell or movement to examine.


Life lesson 2: Life is too short to be fake.

My cat often turns her back at me (and at other people phew!) when she does not feel like communicating. “Hey baby kitty Nasty, you are so cuuute! Such beautiful eyes!” (runs away or turns her back with 3-4 tail wags. To quote her more precisely: “Life is too short for small talk!”


Life lesson 3: Listen to music & words of affection with your eyes closed.

This is to dive in the moment and for your heart to absorb as much warmth and light as possible. We need to keep both for a rainy day.


Life lesson 4: Get to know new people entering your life.

Sniff them from top to bottom. Figuratively speaking! Do it patiently and consistently! Do not let anyone in your life unless they have passed the initial scan.


Life lesson 5: Be inquisitive!

Curiousity killed the cat is a myth aimed at gullible cats (and people) who are looking for excuses to stay stale.


Life lesson 6: Meow and you will be given.

Meow (or the equivalent) at the top of your voice! Inform the world about your needs. Be pushy! Be concentrated on your end goal! You have to express your desires for the universe to respond. Like it happens with food. No cat got food for being silent.


Life lesson 7: Do not count to 10.

Counting to 10 might lead to cardiac arrest. Do not repress emotions. Let them flow! Cats might have 7 lives, people have “just” one. Do not count! Live, learn and grab anyone by the tail if they annoy you 🙂


Signed: 🐾

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There are people who live by helping others. Not for money, not because of their religious instructions, not for society’s vanity, but for pure self satisfaction.

What does it take?

*Vast goodness capacity/resource

*The inspiring skills

*The mental powers

*The unconventional thinking

So I have been looking for the right term to name this occurrence for quite some time.

And I recalled Amelie who comes across a box of a little boy hidden at her place. Her immediate thought is to take that step and to make the difference. To research, to act, to find this supposedly middle-aged man and give him back his childhood. When she finds him, she rings the phone booth he is next to. He finds the box in the booth and tears up. He: the young, fragile, dreamy boy in a body of a mature man then goes to the nearby bar and tries to reach out to Amelie. She stays shy. She needs nothing but his smile.

We tend to construe goodness as a favour to the world, while the only people it favours is us.



I want to ‘profess’ Ameliesm with both vigour and patience. But then every person has their own Ameliesm to follow. Some would become therapists; others would turn a blind eye to social problems but would be devoted parents…

My Ameliesm bubble is social advertising. Not plaintive advertising. Not drowning in a sea of schmaltz today and tomorrow have obliterated everything from our memory. Memorable campaigns that make us turn the page.

Social advertising to me is not only art, but art that helps. Strategic art. Not making Person A buy product F because they would become more appealing. (Only for 5.99 of course)

What made me tick? Attending Cannes Lions 2012.

I truly enjoyed the virtuosity of the BBH’s Three Pigs advert , the simplicity of Coca Cola’s print advert (Ogilvy, China) and the crafty blast of JWT’s China Maxam ad.

But there was an extra something for the Publicis  Netherlands ALS campaign , the Down’s syndrome advert (S&S Italy) , the Israel/Palestine blood relations (S&S) ….

And that step, that extra something is the dream and the comfort that I eventually found my little Ameliesm spot.

Leaving you with the first social advert I fell in love with.

Death to death penalty


Her Highness: the application

Applying for advertising jobs is a truly adventurous experience. The application is the cream of job hunting as you are free to do it in your own time, space, pace and atmosphere. It is a gut feeling process to get the answers of two questions:

  1. Is that agency right for me?
  2. Am I right for that agency?

Ad applications are in stark contrast to just ‘sending a CV out’ policy.

Based on my experience, I have ‘categorised’ the types of applications I have come across so far:

1.The blast: ‘We have invested time and thought in making it engaging to you, so please return the favour.’

Top interesting question:

‘Elvis has been found alive and well and 10 stone lighter in a shack in Hawaii. What advertising campaign would you use him for?’

2.The feeble application: ‘We are a big agency and we would rest on our laurels because we have deserved it. No need to sell our creativity to a bunch of newbies’.

Top uninteresting question:

‘What is your favourite brand and why?’ (Really?!?)

3.The hit-and-miss application: ‘’

Top killer question:

‘Tell us about yourself.’ (Quite nasty…)

The road to an advertising agency is paved with good intentions, isn’t it?

Lastly, I’d like to share a story heard from a drunken (so sincere) creative director at Cannes Lions 2012:

‘My secretary gazed at me with immense surprise when she saw me trashing half of the printed applications she had left on my desk. I explained: ‘We don’t hire people without luck.’’


The best advertising person?

That’s a tough one.

Advertising is brimming with charismatic people. Yes, they might be arrogant and yes they might be alcohol and even drug addicts. But ultimately, they tend to make wry comments, be coolly self-possessed in situations in which common people would go crazy and stay interesting as that is a big part of the game.

Throughout my humble advertising student path, I’ve admired lots of ad people. Special adoration prize goes to Kevin Roberts (CEO worldwide of Saatchi&Saatchi) with whom I somehow magically arranged a personal meeting in 2010. ‘Magically’ is a little far-fetched definition. I just chased him and his poor secretary via email once I knew he was coming to my university to talk to MBA students.

The meeting was a keep-your-feet-on-the-ground one. Mr. Roberts was polite, witty and inquisitive. I showed him some ideas; he told me what he thought, what I should keep and what should be omitted. We talked of languages, advertising and even of Peter the Rabbit because of his Lancashire origin.

He really means what he says. He says he values communication and young people – boom – he responds to emails and blog post comments.

During a lecture with him dedicated to future communication models he suddenly stood up and interrupted the student presenting at that moment:

‘How are we talking about any form of communication when there’s a desk between you and me?’

He removed the desk aside and went back to his seat.

The student seemed to feel he had been put on the spot. But that wasn’t the case. The desk ‘blocking’ the communication was there. We could all see it. Mr. Roberts just expressed the unvarnished truth.

But as we all know – ‘Frailty, thy name is woman’…

Grand Prix adoration prize goes to Sir John Hegarty (BBH). He sets a shining example of what magic and intelligence can bring when intertwined. His eyes full of mischief and unorthodox humour inspire me always.

Unfortunately he never got back to my email in which I kindly offered him my help for his new wine project. Yet I am well-mannered and would post the link here. (

Despite Mr. Roberts’ honesty, bravery, courtesy {and so many more} AND Sir Hegarty’s eye for design, creativity and fashion, the best ad man is the one I encountered when I was 10.

Karlson on the roof by Astrid Lindgren (author of the very favourite read ‘Pippi Longstocking’)


Karlson is a master-teaser, self-confident short man with a propeller on his back who lives on one roof in Stockholm. He truly believes he is the best at everything he does and has explanation for every life-situation. He lives a dynamic life, accompanied by the Smidge (the little boy who lives in the ordinary house below Karlson’s roof palace). They undergo plenty of adventures including family disbelief in Karlson’s existence, babysitter chase, thieves catching etc.


Karlson stands out as a fictional character in such a formidably intelligent manner that (surprise-surprise) it gets banned in the US.  (

The common criticism was that Karlsson’s antics would incite young children to disobey authority, and mistrust and fear babysitters (in fact the babysitter chapter is one of the liveliest scenes in the whole ‘celebration of creativity’ book).

For the ‘marred’ childhood of people who were deprived of the magic of this book–

It costs as much as 2 VKs on a Friday night out.

For me, he is the best ad man for several reasons:

  1. He has a propeller on his back. Every advertising person needs one of those to manage the excessive workload.
  2. He doesn’t try to imitate anyone. He creates the trends.
  3. He twists everything in his favour. He lies in such an elegant manner that even when you find out you are deceived – you are pleased. (Applies to cosmetics & perfume advertising the most)
  4. He manages excellent relations with partners (the Smidge) and declares openly ‘war’ to his oppressors (the babysitter who is utterly narrow-minded). So bluntness is apparent.
  5. He is smart with numbers and bargaining. Here is the story:

Karlson: Hey, Smidge. I don’t suppose you’ve got any caramels left?

The Smidge: No. Just these three fudges.

Karlson: Hmm.That’s three. But you can’t split three. Any kid knows that

[Karlson takes one of the fudges and swallows it]

The Smidge: No… !!!

Karlson: NOW we can try and split.

6. He does not need days off to brainstorm. He could simply get out of his house, straight on the roof, enjoy the view and create.

7. He possesses the inquisitiveness of a child.

8. He separates the good from the bad.

Why advertising

If you happen to be a fortunate advertising graduate or a graduate in banking, geoscience or enigmatology with a particular fondness for advertising, that question would inevitably be asked at a job interview. Some interviewers would go like ‘Why the hell advertising’ to make it sound artier…

To my surprise, I always answer in one and the same way. Well, sometimes embellishing the story – spice is always needed.

It was a matter of upbringing in my case. My Father has always challenged me in everything I do – annoying yet helpful. So whenever I had to beg for extra money for presents, I got: ‘Make it yourself.’

Wonderful parenting technique but what if the present turns out really bad… (quite possible, I thought.)

To that, my Father had a ready-made answer: ‘Well, you will have to think how to make it look good … with words.’

So this is how it all started. Crafting things was never my strong point. Word play, on the other hand, has always been.

To please my Father, I made my attempts though:

Attempt 1: The Hairpin ButterflyIMG_5848

Attempt 2: The Big-mouth Bird  IMG_5869

It proved hard to ‘sell’ the Hairpin Butterfly to my Grandma though.

‘That is a butterfly made of hairpins, there you go and happy new year!’

All she could see (like most of us, I guess) were illogically destroyed hairpins.

The only possible way forward was to ‘target’ her at her ‘Achilles heel’.

She was very respectful of my other Grandma’s opinion. We all know about the Two Grandma Competition. Which of them would buy more stuff, would be a better cook, and ultimately would be more loved. So if I got my Other Grandma to like that present… maybe she was going to give in and finally like it in public, before all the Family.

Other Grandma enters the room. I wink at her. We always had the Secret Language. Plus I was helping her to gain some extra competition points. The mutually beneficial bargain.

‘Look what I got from Angelina’, Grandma 1 said with the least possible enthusiasm.

‘Spectacular! Contemporary art. They talk about it in the news all the time’, stepped in with her widest smile Grandma Saver.

(Auch. That must have hurt. Art and news mention on one line… bonus points)

‘Yes, yes… Now I can see! Although I wouldn’t call it contemporary – it is much ahead of its time. Glimpse into the Future Art is how I would define it’, Grandma 1 changed the strategy in the danger of losing a lot of ground to Grandma Saver.

They carried on for ages, but as I got what I needed out of Grandma 1, I didn’t calculate any more points for the day. So their efforts were in vain.

I didn’t get to think about this exercise before I had to apply for a university course. Back in the distant 2008.

And it hit me. Good with words, tactical thinking and unconventional imagination. There must be a degree for that.

Advertising and Marketing in Lancaster University. That doesn’t sound bad at all.

But it also sounded better than it was.  (Maybe to follow in another blog post)

Always worth thinking about the roots of the initial inspiration.

I am extremely grateful to my ever-interested and hence ever-interesting Father for the awkward exercises throughout my Childhood.

I am also eternally indebted to my Mother and Best Friend for interrupting me in every second sentence, so that now I keep it all short, simple and if The Copywriting God is with me – powerful.