I’ll be brief this morning, and posting may be light as I’m heading downtown to the Fifth Circle of Hell, aka the Visa Office for India (trip coming up!). There, despite having an appointment, I will likely cool my heels for an hour in the midst of general turmoil and fracas. I’d best bring something to read. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is once again appropriating other peoples’ clothes.
Hili: Where did you buy such a nice sleeping bag for a cat?
Malgorzata: This is my waistcoat!
Hili: Gdzie kupiliście taki ładny śpiwór dla kota?
Małgorzata: To jest moja kamizelka!
Leon: In 100 meters you have to turn right.
Last but not least: in case you didn’t know, today is Squirrel Appreciation Day! Be sure to give some noms to these adorable rodents who brighten our lives so much (anybody saying squirrels should be shot or eaten will be banned). Reader Anne-Marie Cournoyer sent a special squirrel to celebrate.
A humming squirrel: “It’s gonna be a bright, bright sun-shiny day…”
At last, my day in the sun! Come on, show me your appreciation and bring in the nuts! Today’s the day! —Jimmy Cliff / Woodstock 94
And from the atheist cartoon collection of Heather Hastie:




I always have noms out for the squirrels, and knock the ice out & replenish their water bowls throughout the day. When it is snowing or freezing rain, they don’t come out much. They must be ensconced in their warm nests waiting for better weather.
Nihil Obstat!
By the way, Lenin died this day in 1924… 6 months they spent embalming him!
Ah, Visa. Don’t leave home without it – or they won’t let you in.
As Hili knows, cats make good use of all your clothing. Sometimes when it is still in the dryer.
Just be careful…if you don’t, the Feline Positioning System will complain, “recatulating”….
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Nice Provençal lavender bag that Leon’s staff have provided him! 🙂
I do not envy you. The Indian visa procedure is such a mess — and so damned expensive — that my wife and I have given up on going back. After 8 trips and what with knowing folks over there, it was a hard decision.
In my opinion, the Indian gubmint (the way they pronouce it) does not want people to come over there. Perhaps they want to hide the dreadful state of the country. And we talk about income disparity in the West!