Happy Cat Day!

Happy Cat Day!

For this occasion an amazing poem 

of Polish poet Wisława Szymborska

Cat in an Empty apartment

Die—you can’t do that to a cat.

Since what can a cat do

in an empty apartment?

Climb the walls?

Rub up against the furniture?

Nothing seems different here

but nothing is the same.

Nothing’s been moved

but there’s more space.

And at nighttime no lamps are lit.

Footsteps on the staircase,

but they’re new ones.

The hand that puts fish on the saucer

has changed, too.

Something doesn’t start 

at its usual time.

Something doesn’t happen

as it should.

Someone was always, always here,

then suddenly disappeared

and stubbornly stays disappeared.

Every closet’s been examined.

Every shelf has been explored.

Excavations under the carpet turned up nothing.

A commandment was even broken:

papers scattered everywhere.

What remains to be done.

Just sleep and wait.

Just wait till he turns up,

just let him show his face.

Will he ever get a lesson

on what not to do to a cat.

Sidle toward him

as if unwilling

and ever so slow

on visibly offended paws,

and no leaps or squeals at least to start.

Translation taken from here.

Me and my friend went to see an exhibition about this poet

(it is one year since her death now)

and seems like she really loved cats!

She had a lot of knick-knacks with cats,

postcards and cut-outs.

Just a few picks from the exhibition.

I forgot to take my camera

so pics have mobile-quality.

(all taken by my friend)

It just reminded me Susan Herbert

I wrote about here. 

Cats- our eternal love :3