Haircut

In front of the mirror: left to the mercy of my hairdresser Emmy's expert hands, combs and scissors.

Cellular World

My phonely gifted cousin Dobry and his beautiful, so genial and always smiling wife - in their small mob shop I dropped in at by the way.

Vengeance

Woke up this morning and I just had to find a third molehill next to the yesterday's ones... Probably there's a whole army of those moles down there! All around my house - tens of thousands of those satanic creatures! A whole new generation of them! Well, the fight goes on...

Pets And Pests

Hero of the day! That uggly, nameless, always grubby cat,
representative of the omnivorous cats family, killed the beast that has made over a thousand molehills in my garden in less than a year. And this unique character chews anything - from thin nylon carrier bags to greasy handkerchiefs!




Nylon breakfast...




...tissue lunch.

And there they are, the last two masterpieces the late mole created the morning before its tragic death. And that made them 1002.

Trinity

Mariyan - the guy who told me about Blogger.
Posing for me with his two-toed cat, next to his peculiar bonsai.