The weather is amazing for Poland: while Chicago is suffering under subzero temperatures and a blanket of snow (they cancelled classes tomorrow at the U of C), it was 10°C here (that’s 50F!) and sunny. So there are walkies and noms and work, as well as a nice pair of visitors with their baby.
Hili meeets a six-month-old child. The cat looked a bit flummoxed.
The visitors also brought a toy for Hili (she is, after all, Poland’s most famous cat) and this delicious cream-filled cake. We are faced with a surfeit of cakes now: a true First World problem!
The main amusement on such lazy days (besides listening to my commenters tell me that my views on free will are incoherent) is observing the antics of Hili. In the early afternoon, meowing was heard from the veranda: Hili clearly wanted to come in. But she was nowhere to be found—until she was observed lying on a hanging shelf six feet off the ground.
Cats love to be high up where they can observe the world but be safe. I do not know how she got up there.
Because the weather was so mild, Hili went out several times. On this occasion she made her presence known by jumping on the windowsill, demanding to be let in. As I’ve mentioned before, she often refuses to come in on her own: she wants someone to go outside, fetch her from the windowsill, and carry her in! And, indeed, that’s what happened:
Such is the life of Poland’s most famous (and most spoiled) cat. Wouldn’t it be lovely to be Hili, with attendants to pet you, feed you and keep you warm at night; to have the run of a whole orchard teeming with fat mice; and to know nothing of your own mortality?