Quote for Cats [208/365]

cat_animatedWhen in doubt; Wash!

Now when it’s this hot, muggy and miserable in general, we suffer … and so does our cat.

Most of the time, he’s stretched out on the floor, near the fan, like a big piece of fur.

We can help ourselves to the shower, or to just put our heads underneath the cold water tap, but he needs assistance. As often as possible, I wipe him down, thoroughly, with a wet microfibre cloth. Normally, he’d protest so badly against this kind of treatment, but now he doesn’t fight it at all.

After these treatments, he seems to realise that his fur is wet … or at least somewhat damp, so then the big wash ensues. He drinks water properly, I keep track of that. This morning, we’re experiencing a bit of relief, and he’s alright … his usual self.

Tonight, my friend from Sweden will arrive … around midnight. That will be so much fun, and my postaday-project will probably be a little different. I think posts will come in spurts at times. That’s not world shattering news, and I’m the one who cares the most about it.


We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came. John F. Kennedy

Those who don’t move …

Those who don’t move won’t notice the chains

That’s a quotation by Rosa Luxemburg. It gets really deep when it’s applied to spiritual issues. I thought about it from another point of view, though. Since I’m an expat, I read a lot of expat blogs. They’re all very different and that’s what makes them interesting — none of us has made an identical journey. What separates myself from all the others most of all, is that I was older when I moved, I don’t have children and I don’t work! The latter I think is the most important difference. Continue reading “Those who don’t move …”

“There’s no need for a piece of sculpture in a home that has a cat.”

/Wesley Bates/

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

/Carl Sandburg US biographer & poet (1878 – 1967)/