As I’m not yet up to speed, today’s Hili dialogue will be limited to, yes, a Hili dialogue. But it’s a cute one:
Andrzej: What are you doing?
Hili: Tanning my belly.
In Polish:
Ja: Co ty robisz?|
Hili: Opalam brzuch.
There will be a more substantive post later today, and perhaps a full Hili tomrrow. We shall see.
Excellent that you are up and functioning this morning! Good luck at the doc’s later.
Such a cute picture of Hili! Take good care.
A lovely photo of Hili and a good dialogue.
Hope you are feeling a bit better this morning – thank you for whatever you manage to post!
Best wishes for a speedy recovery. But please take all the time you need to recover.
Great Hili Diologue today!
You’re right. A cute one!
Glad to see you’re up and around.
PCC(e), I’m glad and relieved to see that you’re feeling up to making three posts today. I hope your recovery goes more smoothly from here on.
On the topic of cats exposing their belly, our kitty Ada (19) was always very skittish about people trying to touch her belly. Any attempt would instantly result in getting clawed by both the front and hind claws.
In the last few years, she’s developed arthritis in her back and hips, for which she gets a monthly shot of Solensia. It helps somewhat, but not enough to allow her to adequately groom her lower body. She’s ended up with a thick, greasy coat down there. She never tolerated us trying to comb her before, but about nine months ago, we started trying again, in small gentle doses at first, and more as she’s grown to accept the combing. We’ve gotten it to the point where now her coat has returned to its former appearance and is no longer greasy. Yay!
Surprisingly, back in July, she actually started coming to us and trying to coax us to follow her to the heated pad where we’ve done all her grooming! She now loves the brushes and even allows me to brush her belly! What a transformation!
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Best wishes. Hope you make a full recovery.
I’m glad you’re feeling better, PCCE.
Today is the anniversary of my late beloved kitteh Taber Socks’s death. Taber Socks was an old soul, a big lug who loved belly rubs, cuddles, laps, and kisses. A tuxedo kitteh, he had the most luminous green eyes I’ve ever seen. Taber Socks was a big kitteh, 17 pounds, but he was not a chonker. He was tall and sturdy. He was a very quiet kitteh, rarely meowing. However, he was quick to purr when I rubbed his belly. Taber Socks died at home from a combination of skin cancer, renal failure, and hyperthyroidism. I miss him so much. RIP big sweetie.
It’s been common, if not the standard, for many decades for the promotional literature for university departments to contain front-facing pictures of students that don’t represent that actual makeup of students. Such as showing many more racial minorities than exist in the department, university, or field. I have seen that both as “false advertising,” and as them being aspirational (“This is what we are trying to become.”)
The issue here is not showing a disproportionate group of pictures, though, but of CHANGING A PICTURE AND PRETENDING ITS REAL. I consider that duplicitous, and so does Stanford, who removed it.