It is one day before I leave for Europe, and every cherry pie in Poland should be quivering in its boots. I’ll have to finish packing (tins of Fancy Feast for Hili!), and so posting may be light today. In this day in 622, or so the legend goes, Muhammad and Abu Bakr arrived in Medina, an event that marks the beginning of the Muslim calendar. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili sees the ghost of a mouse, which is puzzling since she seems to be up in a tree. . .
Hili: Do you believe in ghosts?
A: No. Why do you ask?
Hili: I fancy I see the shadow of a ghost of the little mouse I ate yesterday.
In Polish:
Hili: Czy wierzysz w duchy?
Ja: Nie, dlaczego pytasz?
Hili: Bo mam wrażenie, że tam jest cień ducha myszki, którą wczoraj zjadłam.
Are we seeing a glimpse of the inner, more complex Hili? Perhaps there exists a small mote of remorse?
“Out, damned spot! out, I say!”
Ha ha I thought of Macbeth. I wonder if Hili knows of anyone called MacDuff, who was from the womb untimely ripped.
I doubt she’s that strong a reader, but she’s certainly hiking the same trails.
I don’t suppose Fancy Feast comes in mouse flavor? One wonders why not….
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Because it would be disgusting for the old and poor people in our great society who can’t afford to buy and eat real groceries.
I remember the Great Society.
Me too. Lyndon’s heart was in the right place with that one.
It likely already does, but they just don’t want it to be widely known. I’m sure the cats know. 😉
Hmmm, iffy that. Some countries have quite strict regulations about importing meats (cooked or uncooked) from other countries. Better check the regulations.
I’m pretty sure Jerry’s done the same thing in the past. 🙂
As long as he doesn’t try to disguise it in a dismantled clock.
I think Hili means the ‘shade’ of a mouse…