It’s Ceiling Cat’s Day, and all moggies should rest (as they do the other six days of the week). It’s been very hot in Dobrzyn, in the thirties (Centigrade), but seems to affect the staff more than Hili. In fact, she’s even flaunting her fur. Look at this insouciant cat!
A: That fur is very becoming on you.
Hili: I know.
In Polish:
Ja: Do twarzy ci w tym futerku.
Hili: Wiem.
And Leon continues his hiking adventures in the mountains. Here he is in his backpack, urging on his staff:
Leon: Let’s go a bit faster. I’ve heard that we are going to have a trout for dinner
Hili Han Solo’d the mother out of that one. 🙂
I was going to say the exact same thing!
How could that possibly be the case? Experiments have shown that we have no idea what we are going to say 10 seconds from now, let alone throughout the posting time of a wordpress comment.
Maybe she is listening to the neurons?
I, too, hear their tiny voices from time to time.
Laugh it up, fur ball!
It just means they’re telepathetic, that’s all.
b&
That goes without saying.
…by definition….
b&
I knew you were going to say that.
…and I knew that you knew that I knew that you knew…um…little help…where am I…? Something about Rumsfeld…?
b&
LOL!
But without the unknown unknowns!
Leon reminds us that trout beats sardines any day…and such a bucolic setting.
I love Leon’s carrier!