Greetings from Chicago, where it’s a chilly 42°F (6°C), but also a day that should show the cessation of the rain we’ve had for three days. And it’s Friday at last, which should hearten those of you who adhere to a normal work week. BTW, tomorrow is Black Caturday, and I’ve already accumulated 65 different black cats from readers, all of which shall go up on a post that will remain as a “page” on the side of the website. Today’s the last day you can submit a picture of your black cat for inclusion, as well as a few lines on the moggie. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili shows ridicule and contempt for some human noms (they look to be pickles):
Hili: Presumably this isn’t food.
M: Not for cats.
Hili: Even mice wouldn’t touch it.
Hili: To chyba nie jest jedzenie?
Małgorzata: Nie dla kotów.
Hili: Nawet myszy by tego nie ruszyły.
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And in Włocławek, Leon’s looking mighty fine, with the setting sun touching his head and flanks with gold. And he’s philosophical, too:
Leon: Well, and time flows by.
Love those cats.
A bit colder over west here with a good hard freeze last night. They say it stays warmer at night in the big city because of all the concrete.
Cyrus’ bowl needs filling.
Leon’s camouflage is calibrated for autumn.
Actually…I bet myszy might like pickles.
(Email still down, but it shouldn’t be bouncing.)
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