The Furry Princess, undoubtedly Poland’s most famous cat, is now four years old, with many years to go. I finally got some quality time with her, and here are some photos of my favorite felid.
Malgorzata squeezes a tube of Japanese “Cat’s snack” into her bowl. Hili eats it with relish (but no mustard):
After the entrée came the plat du jour:
She loves all her food:
A formal portrait:
And of course after dinner she wanted to go out, but, as felids do, she dithered at the door. (Why do cats do that?) A gentle nudge of Malgorzata’s foot on Hili’s butt accelerated the decision. She may be out on the tiles all night.
“why do cats DO that?”: because they can
Does she remember you?
Yes, of course!
“A gentle nudge of Malgorzata’s foot on Hili’s butt accelerated the decision.”
Ha! All can staff are familiar with this!
We used to call it “boosting” the kitty, as in “The tabby needed a small boost to leave the house.” The said tabby would then make a circuit of the garden, at a brisk trot if it was cold or raining, and pound the door with her paws to demand to be let back in. I can imagine the Furry Princess of Poland doing something similar.
Such a beauty!
For cats, an open door isn’t just a way to go outside. It’s smellovision, a source of information beyond what you can see through the window. It takes time to process all that new info and factor it into your outdoor plans.
That’s my theory, anyway.
I think there may be a little too much daytime outside. Running out of your hidy-place at bright of the day when anyone can spot you is detriment to your survival.
That’s the cat’s meow…
Lovely to see! Look forward to seeing some of those cherry pies. Loved your London talk and thanks for signing my book.
Hili’s looking so fit and trim!
Oh, that look on her face when the noms were but a distant memory! Great photo, that.
*the Japanese gift noms*
I should be more specific. or perhaps she isn’t feeling sad, just contemplative, as every good philosopher-queen should be.