Rouse Not the Sleeping Tiger
Well, I didn’t. But I did take a picture.
A two-minute film by Yad Eliezer, well worth seeing.
While I was at work last week, a friend of mine called. He was going to be in the neighborhood and wanted to drop something off for me.
The building I work in has a wedding hall on the floor below our office. Since my friend was headed to a brit milah—a circumcision ceremony—that would be taking place there shortly, we agreed that this would be a great time to deliver the item. I met him in the hall downstairs, received the item, and prepared to head back upstairs to work.
On impulse I asked, “So who’s the family?” Turns out that they are acquaintances of mine from almost my first days in the country whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. I greeted them and got an invitation to stay for the ceremony and the meal! When I told my employer, he gave his permission.
It was a lovely afternoon. I got to see several old friends and greet a new baby, too!
Here are two pictures, since I missed posting last week:
Look out! There’s a tiger on the loose!
Her Ladyship and Missy form a symmetrical pattern:
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
One Jerusalem bus driver uses his imagination to beat the August heat. (Click on the photo to enlarge it.)
The handwritten sign on the lower left-hand part of the windshield reads le-hof ha-yam—“To the beach.”
I was on my way to work the other day when I saw this gorgeous red-and-white cat on a stone wall, adding his beauty to that of the garden behind him:
Then he came downstairs for a happy meeting with a ladyfriend:
“Um, do you mind? We’d like a bit of privacy, if it’s all the same to you.”
“Aw, what the heck. She’s harmless. Let’s pose for her.”
Time to go.
And off they went...
... until the tortie lady discovered that the red-and-white, who has a tipped ear (meaning that he has been neutered), couldn’t give her what she wanted, so she swatted him.
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.