It’s Ceiling Cat’s Day, and in one week exactly I’ll be arriving, bleary-eyed and jet-lagged, at the Hell on Earth known as Heathrow Airport. Here in Chicago, we’ve had a great spell of warm weather, with temperatures yesterday and today reaching nearly 50°F (10°C). It’s the last day in January, a day on which Guy Fawkes was executed in 1606, the U.S. Congress passed the 13th Amendment (prohibiting slavery) in 1865, and the first McDonald’s opened in Russia (in Moscow) in 1990. In Soviet Russia, the hamburgers eat YOU. Jackie Robinson, the first black player in the major leagues (baseball) was born on this day in 1919, as was “Mr. Cub”, Ernie Banks, in 1931 and pitcher Nolan Ryan in 1947. Those who died on this day include John Galsworthy (1933), A. A. Milne (1956; I still have all my childhood Pooh books), Molly Ivins (2007), and guru Meher Baba (1969; “Don’t worry; be happy. I will help you.”) Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is dissing her staff’s dinner:
Hili: What do you have for dinner today?
A: Pasta.
Hili: Words fail me.

Hili: Co macie dziś na obiad?
Ja: Makaron.
Hili: Nie mam słów.
Leon: I’m going to stop the vacation time.
And remember Jerry Coyne the Cat, raised as a foundling by reader Gayle Ferguson from New Zealand? You can see pictures of him as a kitten here (among other places); here’s one of them:
Now Jerry is two years old, and has grown into a fine, handsome furry fellow. Here are two pictures Gayle just sent, along with a note from Jerry’s staff:
Jerry doesn’t stay still long except when asleep so nabbed these shots before he took off. Still loves your woollen bootie and throws it around, sucks on it and growls at it sometimes too. He is such a character! Gives Loki [the other cat] hell but it is very entertaining when he does.




Jerry the cat looks like a cat I had as a kid. She was named Zeepie. Same orange fluff and yellow eyes. Zeepie was the daughter of Graby who I found in a roadside ditch when I was only about 7 years old. Zeepie’s daughter was with the family for many years after that. I think getting a stray “fixed” was not the custom back then.
I had a Jerry look-a-like too, named April. She was a super busy cat too.
We often had ginger cats – a penchant my mother inherited from her mother.
My marmalade cat was named Fred. After Fred, I developed allergies which sucks because I’d love to have a cat but also for the best because I’d be a crazy cat lady with too many. I know what I’m like and I love animals.
O my, my … … my, my, my!
Jerry Coyne TC is darling !
What a mighty fine endeavor yours, Mr Ferguson, of rescuing is. And thank you for this lovely update: actually recently, I had been wondering after JCTC.
Blue
T Y P O = I apologize: Ms Ferguson.
I knew that !
Blue
ps And, I repeat: a mighty fine endeavor yours is, Ms Ferguson. Indeed.
Gayle, you’re a gal after my own heart! Brava!
I like the idea of growling at and throwing the sock! That must look very cute.
There’s a reason it’s known as “Hellrow”.
In the days of stagecoaches, the area around Hounslow was ill-reputed as a haunt of footpads and vagabonds. It hasn’t improved.
Hili’s expression is fantastic and Jerry Coyne the cat definitely has some personality!
And let’s not forget Leon, who’s looking handsome as ever!
Gayle, thanks so much for the update! JC-the-cat looks full of character. 🙂 I add my kudos to those already given for your efforts with rescue kittens.