It is the weekend, when all sane people relax and the rest of us. . . . well, no comment. But in Dobrzyn, Hili is flummoxed by her caudal appendage.
Hili: The tail of a cat is a mystery.
Hili: It incessantly escapes from the cat.
Hili: Ogon kota to misterium.
Hili: Nieustannie kotu umyka.
8 thoughts on “Saturday: Hili dialogue”
She’s thinking “If only my girth would allow me to reach that pesky thing”.
I like how the white on her nose emphasizes its daintiness.
Reminds me of a line from the cartoon “Sagwa; the Chinese Siamese Cat:”
Mother Cat: Why are you fighting with your tail?
Sagwa: My tail started it.
I wish humans had tails, but more like monkey tails. But that would complicate seat designs. How would airplane seats accommodate them?
In a first class seat, there would be a special groove for the tail. In economy, you would just have to sit on your tail.
Or hang from it. (New World monkey tails, of course.)