Hump Day!: supposedly the day on which workers are least productive. We will see. Meanwhile, in Dobrzyn, Hili fends off a discussion of philosophy:
A: Can we talk about existentialism?
Hili: I’m not such a snob.
A: But could you stop existing on our kitchen table?
In Polish:
Ja: Czy możemy porozmawiać o egzystencjalizmie?
Hili: Nie jestem aż taką snobką.
Ja: A czy możesz przestać egzystencjować na naszym stole kuchennym?
I certainly don’t feel productive – a lingering cold!
Don’t you just want to rub Hili’s chin?!
🙂
Our cat Trinket was also a firm table-existentialist. We occasionally discussed our disagreement of the issue, but after giving the matter some considered thought Trinket decided to ignore my suggestions.
Our Halle-bear prefers to exist on the drainboard, similarly unmoved by my preferences.
I woke up feeling like hell this morning, but as a general rule Tuesday is my least favourite day. Cats exist wherever they please.
“Hump Day!: supposedly the day on which workers are least productive.”
Hmm, (on the heels of Labor Day)makes me contemplate:
– what days investors (or more precisely, investors’ monies) are least and most “productive.”
– whether a Fortune 500 CEO (or an investor for that matter) is ever referred to as a “worker” (or as a “human resource” or unit of “human capital.”)
– why (in the U.S.) we use the terms “working class” and “working poor,” but never “non-working” (but rather “investor” re: “UNEARNED income”) class.
– why capitalist types never out loud refer to, e.g., kindergartner, students as “capital,” as they do workers (though I’m sure they do silently think of these youngsters as capital).
– why we hear of “working dogs” but never “working cats.” 😉
Watch that socialist talk or you’ll get on the no-fly list! 😉
I can’t wait to get “trickle-down”ed on.
If a surface is accessible to a cat, it belongs to the cat.
The one exception to this universal law is the stovetop….
b&
That is a great picture. As though, she is contemplating existence and is deciding to rule against it.
Hili is considering which of the 12 cat pate flavours to choose….. or wondering what the neighbours are cooking.