This evening I’ll be winging my way to Poland, but posting will be almost normal today as I don’t leave home till about 4 pm. And tomorrow: my friends in Poland, Hili, and cherry pie! (I will also get to meet Leon in the fur!) Once ensconced in Poland, posting will be relatively normal, though interrupted by a talk at a university and then, on Oct. 12, by a talk and academic visit to Uppsala. Meanwhile in Dobrazyn, Hili is up to her usual mischief, with her fur all bushed out:
A: Hili, what happened?
Hili: Quiet! I’m going to jump on Cyrus.
In Polish:
Ja: Hili, co się stało?
Hili: Cicho, zaraz napadnę na Cyrusa.
I studied runology but never went to Sweden! lucky you… you can see where the ‘blot’ kings used to hang out!
sorry – ‘blot’ meaning sacrifice –
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temple_at_Uppsala
Somehow, I don’t think Cyrus will be intimidated by the arched back.
“Nature teaches beasts to know their friends – Pray you, who does the wolf love?”
I don’t know whom the wolf loves…still trying to figure out what the fox say.
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I wish my daughter could have heard that one when she was pre-school. Maybe she’d still enjoy it at 31. I’ll send her the link.
Foxes scream. If you watch a show like Midsomer Murders you can hear them sometimes.
Midsomer Murders? Are you sure it’s the foxes?
My dogs live for such stalking and jumping games. They’d love to find a feline friend who’d join in the fun!
Had to Google that to find out it was Shakespeare. Yet another famous quote I didn’t know.
Safe and enjoyable travels, Dr. C. Best wishes to your other family too.
I want to know what happened next. Did Hili really jump on Cyrus?
Yes, she did. It is her favorite game: on our walks she runs forward, waits for Cyrus to catch up with her and jumps on him.
We have to have a photo of that on Hili’s dialogue sometime! It sounds so cute! 🙂
Awww, that is so cute!
I love it when cats and dogs play together. My tiger tabby Winston (marked a lot like Hili) and my shelter mutt Phoebe used to play like that. Winston would spring out to tackle Phoebe, the latter would answer with play bows and wagging tail…
But at one month shy of 16, now, Phoebe’s too frail. Winston had to knock her over a few times before he realized that the game was no fun any more. Unfortunately the younger d*g has no interest in playing with felines.