The Visitor

At the moment Switzerland is melting under average daily temperatures of 30°C. OK, I know, so is everywhere else in Europe and from what I hear even the States. We do what we can to keep temperatures pleasant inside. Mr. Swiss is an expert. Me being English originally, I amwas used to opening all the windows, not closing doors and making sure that a nice cool draught blows though the home. This is wrong says Mr. Swiss. Blinds down, windows and door closed; this way temperatures stay cooler in the home. Generally I am convinced what I say is right, but in this case credit given where credit due. Mr. Swiss is right. Through his Swiss system, inside we have pleasant temperatures. I would add for the benefit of my American viewers, we do not possess an AC. We checked on what this machine would cost, but found it very expensive and the electricity consumption would make the whole thing twice as expensive. Europe is not ready for this yet, so we do what we can without an AC.

Towards evening, when things cool down a little bit, all windows and blinds are opened causing a light cooling breeze to enter our apartment. Where is this leading to, you might think? Yesterday around nine in the evening Mr. Swiss opened all windows, including our bedroom window to ensure that temperatures during the night were pleasant.

This morning after breakfast, we did our usual cleaning through routine: making beds and cleaning floors. Afterwards blinds and curtains were closed: it was then that I saw it. It was dark, but not too dark to notice a large shape on the bedroom floor next to the window. I blamed the cats, thinking they had left something where they should not (although this generally does not happen). It was then that this dark shape moved, slowly, climbing up the side of the window. I took a closer look and then called Mr. Swiss.

“There is a toad in the bedroom!”

Mr. Swiss came to the bedroom and decided to give the toad a push. It moved. A decision was made to return the toad to the garden from where it originated. As usual in our household, Mr. Swiss had to wait for permission from me. My first reaction was to fetch my DSLR camera, for an exact close-up of the toad. It is not every day you have a toad in the bedroom. Admittedly it was not the first toad to enter, but usually I find them in the kitchen next to the open window, sweet little nobbly toads that have entered  from the garden. This time it was a monster mega toad, probably holding the size record for all toads in our area.

After the photo session, Mr. Swiss was allowed to open the window and he even did a voluntary hop into freedom. Did he wave a webbed foot as he left? I do not think so, but it was the visit of the Summer.

Presenting Mr. Toad

Mr. Toad

Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need

Finish this sentence: “My closest friend is…”

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIENDSHIP.

Children playing Friedhofplatz Solothurn

This is friendship as I also knew it as a kid. Did not matter where and when, but the main thing was you did it together. I took the photo just by chance last week in town sitting in a street café and the children were just having fun together: climbing part of one of the remaining pieces of an old Roman wall still preserved in our town which was established when Julius Ceaser and his merry centurions decided to discover Europe.

Now to me: My closest friend is ……. Yes, you have it. I, Me and Myself. It is not that I am neglected, not wanted, disowned but really WordPress Daily Prompt: is it really your business and are you really interested to know the company I keep? I am sure that those friends still remaining also do not want their photo, descriptions and declarations of love plastered all over Internet for the world to see.

“Yes Mrs. Human, you have hit the human nail on the head.”

Nera, the chief feline arrives and continues her sermon.

“We felines have absolutely no use for a friend, the word does not even exist in meow.”

“But Nera, I have noticed that you sometimes let Fluffy have a nibble at a mouse you have terminated.”

“Forget it Mrs. Human. I had already terminated two mice and was no longer hungry, so I couldn’t care less who ate the third mouse. It is just a question of territorial rights. First come, first served, and if there is anything left, then who cares. It is written in the book of Bast.”

“Oh, I see” a normal answer from a feline, I suppose. The only time they share anything is when the mother cat supplies milk.

“Not even then” said Tabby, Nera’s litter sister. “If the milk tap is empty, then you have to wait until it fills up. Nera was always the first on the tap, that is why she is big and fat, she would even give me a kick with her back leg to make sure she had first drink.”

“Tabby I am not fat, it is fluff, how often do I have to say that? You were just slow on the paws. I was faster and fitter than you were.”

“Ok, felines, but now back to my bloggy exercise about my friends.”

“Mrs Human you belong to three felines, you do not have friends.”

“I have Mr. Swiss, he is my best friend.”

“He doesn’t count” said Nera. He is your mate. Mates do not count; do you see felines walking around paw in paw with the other sort? No, not necessary, we are independent and only need a mate to maintain the species. I, Tabby and Fluffy have no part in maintaining the species after our unforgettable visit to the vet. Not that I am sorry about that, at least we do not have screaming demanding kittens to bother about: nothing worse than having to look after kittens in need. When I think of your overgrown kitten that is sometimes on a visit ……..”

And Tabby and Fluffy stamped their paws in approval.

“Felines you are really selfish.”

“Mrs. Human, the word selfish does not exist in meow.”

I decided to leave the conversation, if it was a conversation. More a lecture from a Queen feline telling us humans that we have got it all wrong. Who needs friends when you have three felines? Huh!

Where is Tabby

Daily prompt: A Friend in Need