Hili is showing curiosity beyond the timing of her meals. Fortunately, her questions are answered with great perspicacity.
Hili: What is religion?
A: It’s a cuckoo egg planted by wild imagination in the nest of reason.
Hili: Co to jest ta religia?
Ja: To takie kukułcze jajo dzikiej wyobraźni podrzucone w gnieździe rozumu.
Some bonus photos: I was looking for Hili yesterday afternoon, knowing she was inside, and it was pointed out to me that she was in fact the lump under the blanket on the d*g’s bed. I pulled the corner back to see. (The white streak to the right is an electric cord.)